"Winter on the range. It's almost poetic. The stillness, the quiet, the cold fit to freeze your... fingers off."
This seems like an odd place for a ranch. "Does, doesn't it? My great-grandfather chose the spot. Far away from everything. Plenty of trees, game. We drive the echateres to pasture in the warm months, and corral them up here in winter. This winter's likely to be colder than most."
- How can you tell? "Live on the land as long as I have, you learn to read the signs. The herd is restless, the wildlife flees, and the giants... well, I think all this snow gets to them sometimes."