Several northeast North American aboriginal myths deal with WinterMan, a hunter who follows the seasonal migrations of game herds.
One myth that I’m particularly fond of deals with the first and last snows of a season; the first snow is WinterMan following the herds south, the last snow is WinterMan following the herds north.
You can tell what kind of weather is coming based on the tracks WinterMan leaves. Heavy first snow indicates a long, wet winter, light snow indicates a cold, dry winter. Heavy last snow indicates good planting and harvests, light last snow indicates a dry, hot summer.
So far WinterMan has been dead on.
Funny, that.
WinterMan’s arrows, spears, axe, and what-not are the cold, lack of food, lack of shelter, things like that. Stories tell of WinterMan gathering people in his warm embrace, probably because hypothermia causes delusions and death comes in sleep.
Stories also tell of WinterMan caring for those in The Wild.
Case in point, Opalina. This is her first winter. She came out for dinner shortly after WinterMan passed through.
Okay, we provided the food.
But only because WinterMan suggested it.