Great Bear Wilderness Windy Prancer

"Grave hunger is a very powerful motivator, don't you think?" Birk asked with a wry smile and looked away. Although he had spent only year and a half in the ice fields, every single day had been fight for your survival. And when the winter came, when it got really hard... well, let's say that one stopped caring about the moral side of the things. Out there everyone fended for themselves and, if eating a dead wolf or ganging upon an unlucky loner was one the things that guaranteed your survival. You did not debate much with your conscience. Nor - with belly fully - did you ponder much about your actions. You had to do, what you had to do. 

But those were not pleasant memories and Birk shook his head to push them back, where they belonged. "What about a mental trade then - a wisdom, a story, perhaps?" he pushed the trading matter further.