Agneta

Hunter!
The tundras don’t eat meat, but she’s getting meat for guests and for the pack of wolves that roam the village.
She does collect the plants too but it’s mostly just getting deer to feed the wolves.



"Woof woof, BARK BARK BARK WOOF."

Head canon, now canon: Out of curiosity, Agneta and some of the other Tundra's gathered together to attempt eating meat. Agneta had hunted the meat earlier that dreadful day. After trying the meat, all the Tundra's involved were puking for at least a day. None of them know if it was just their reflections for eating a foreign food or some sort of odd poison in the hunted meat; none have tried meat since to check.

Agneta shook her head quickly.“It tasted as awful as a rotten Blackthorn. I do enjoy the rush of the hunt, though. Something about my job is... thrilling. Exciting. And I know that the wolves depend on my hunting. So yes! I do like hunting! But no, the taste of the meat was not desirable.”
She chuckled, remembering that time. “I’m not really sure what possessed us to try such a thing, and I don’t know why we reacted the way we did, too. Maybe the birds were just poisoned or something. I’m never having it again.”