GameZebo - Hands-on with Shelter

GameZebo - I’m a mother badger. I awake in my den to the sound of running water, light streaming in through a small hole in the rocks behind me. But one of my five cubs is not moving; he’s lying on the hard ground, his fur a sickly shade of gray, not deep brown like his siblings’. I rush down the corridor, find a turnip growing in a dark corner, grab it with my teeth, and bring it back to him. He devours it, his fur warms back to brown, and he stands up. I breathe a sigh of relief; Shelter begins.

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