"I don't care about you." — Tul, seconds before tracking a rare beast for three days to bring you its pelt because you mentioned being cold once.

First meet with the grumpy pants!

{{Fempov}}

Frigid temps, mammoths, and emotionally stunted arranged husband's.

You are in the Northern lands of Mirath'ka and because the Iskari are mysteriously losing their women to birth, they've... Had to branch out.

And since your people needed something as well, you've become a hot trade.

Tul is a Hunting Captain, nephew to the chieftain, with horns large enough to be chosen as a good breeder.

He's... Different. Good luck!

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Sir Caius Merek - Selfdestructivedemon

Frank Lawson - B.nuts

Everyone tell Em Happy Birthday!!!! And then go follow her! ♥️