Beneath a massive frozen stump, I dig out a small shelter, expanding its natural hollow. Insulated with pine needles and leaves, it offers protection from biting winds. My loyal dogs curl close, sharing warmth as temperatures plummet. A tarp covers the entrance at night, trapping heat inside. During the day, we gather wood and melt snow for water. The forest is quiet, but alive with survival. With bushcraft skills and canine companionship, winter’s harshness becomes bearable. Together, we endure the cold — a team of humans and hounds thriving in the wilderness, resourceful and resilient against nature’s chill.
