You start winter holding everything you will ever have, and
spring's share of it is untouchable. Winter only takes —
choose your wounds. The rest teaches itself; full rules live
behind the Night counter.
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Winter survived
0Final hoard
Held
the winter waits
You start holding everything you will ever have — nothing grows,
winter only takes.
Spring's share is untouchable. A bite into that share and
spring claims the den. Towers, snares,
scouts, and every bite the wild steals all come
out of the same margin.
Small tracks are mice — thorn-work. Large tracks
are boar — watcher-work; thorns won't pierce the hide. The winter
leans one way. Sign is blurry; scouts are exact. You cannot
afford to stop everything. Choose your wounds.