[Ithaqua's voice grows ever softer.]

The world is not a fairy tale, and the animals, too, must eat their fill lest they freeze to death in the unending snow.

No, we hunted, foraged, and tried to grow our own food. When we did not need to hunt, we found ways of keeping them from hunting us. [Which is magic-- he's quite sure his mother used magic to keep them alive in many ways, because they just should not have survived that long. He shouldn't have lived to be an adult.]