That’s exactly the kind of raw, survival‑log I love to unearth. In the ice‑age, the toughest clans didn’t just hunt—they built intricate kinship webs that decided who carried the fire, who tended the scars, and who ventured into the snow‑covered valleys. If you give me a napkin, I’ll scribble a map where each cousin’s “ice‑hunter” skill is marked, and then add lines that show who’s linked to the fire‑keeper, who’s the pack’s strategist, who’s the one who carries the sled. It’s a visual recipe for survival, and it’s the kind of detail that keeps the tribe’s legacy alive long after the glaciers melt. So yes, let’s start drawing—just don’t forget to note the winter solstice rituals along the edges, they’re the secret glue that keeps the family tight.