Blacktail Deer Plateau my spirit spurns control

..... 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, I have no idea, what comes next, I.H.N.I.W.N. 1... and.... BINGO! All the while Birk was looking at the man, he counted until the moment the other would finally notice him. As it is clear, he would have never been a top student in maths, but he would definitely been a very creative one. 

"You are not wrong," Birk replied with a smile, lifting his muzzle then to look up at the sky, where the storm was raging above the treetops. There was yet another flash of lightening and rumble of thunder moments afterwards. The guy was right - he could die today, tomorrow - at any point in the winter, but he somehow did not care about it in the least. It was an oddly relieving feeling. 

"But I daresay I have seen worst and... for a descendant of jötunns it would be a shame to feel afraid from such a... breeze," he finished and, as he did, there was a sound of breaking wood, when the "breeze" brought a tree down in the distance.