Sun Mote Copse Sleeping well, no bad dreams

Bastian chuckled at the man's fear for a harsh winter. Clearly this was the farthest north he had ever been. He had briefly crossed pass the Great Lakes of the far east into the northern lands. The land was cold there, both in summer and in winter. There were worst paces to go. Zere are colder lands zhan even zhis, He poked into the log. I must inspect all zee dens; see if zey are well protected from cold vinds und insulated, That was a killer for those unused to the cold; even colder dens, slowing a slow heart until is faded with the snow, stiffened by the freeze. He licked his lips at the thought of it, wondering why he even bothered to help these fanatical wolves. Ah yes, potential test subjects, tucked away in the wombs of their acolytes. By zee way, mein name ist Doktor Bastian Höffner; recently recruited to zee Malkaria, He dipped his head.