Moonsong Glacier you're such a delicate boy

Frankly speaking, Birk felt screwed over by South. Big time. He hadn't wandered some thousand miles down here only to have winter catch him by his foot and sling him right back in the snow, ice and cold. Yeah, yeah, with all his experience and heritage it was nothing new, but still - where was the promissed sunshine? Abundance of food? Days to have leisure?

This is not what I bargained for... he thought taking the path that led to the glacier he had been to some months earlier. "That's not fair!" he told the sky in a way a grumpy man shakes a fist at an invisible force that makes his life miserable. "At.All!" he yelled - this time louder and then listened, how his voice echoed against the cliffs and disappeared in the distance. 

"What's this?" Birk looked down, when suddenly he not only caught a whiff of a young wolf having taken the same path, but also saw a solid proof that his imagination was not tricking him. "Hmmm..." he said to himself, beginning to track the him or her down, feeling quite happy that there was something he could busy himself with.

Eventually Birk lost track of the wolf and wanderedin an entirely different direction.