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It was cold when Bark woke up. Very cold. Colder than she had ever felt before. As she made her way out of the old den she had slept in, she saw that there was snow on the ground. When she looked up, a snowflake landed on her head. She shivered. Bark was from the Tribe of Nolwespia where it was warm year-round and had stayed close to warm climates for most of her Rite, so she wasn’t used to feeling this cold. In fact, the young Toskal had never seen snow before. This was the farthest from her tribe she had ever been. She had traveled far during her Rite. Seen plants and animals very different from the ones back home. She needed to find some food and then she would continue with her travels. Perhaps she’d go back to someplace warm. Or at least, someplace less cold than where she was. Bark nodded to herself after deciding this. She got up, stretched and started walking, in the search for something to eat. After a few hours the brown toskal was able to catch something to eat. It