Wheeling Gull Isle you should know i'm no ones shore, no ones ocean

Currituck huffs a little, wrinkling her nose as he points out the obvious. If she had been big and fluffy like him, she wouldn’t have had to leave the glacier and her family, but things are much more mild here and she doesn’t feel like she’s going to lose her toes. She needs to go back, though, at least once before it gets too bad for her to even be there. So far they have been a nice bunch here, friendly and familial. She likes it and though she is still cold, she feels the warmth at heart.
 
“I’m Currituck,” she says, “I’m also new! Where did you come from?” Currituck takes a deep breath, stifles a grin. “I used to live on a big icy mountain. It was very cold.”