Gilded Bay the depths are calling

warmer, govinda remarked easily, smiling. the winds are less sharp, too. up here is not a place for the faint of heart. and this man certainly didn't fall into that category. his name, too, was sharp, just like tartok.

are you warmer, bhai? he asked, raising his chin in query. hopefully the walk had done him some good--although if he was true to his name, natjuk would recover with aplomb. northern wolves didn't run from the cold. . .they ran into it, be it blizzard, waves, or otherwise.