Kintla Flatlands my travel

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With that, Mordecai decided that she must have come from somewhere pretty far to the north. They could cover quite a bit of ground in a month's time, especially if there was more traveling than actual sight-seeing. He made a noise in response, a cross between surprise and interest. But given the luminosity of her own coat compared to his, it really should have been a no-brainer than she had come from colder climates. It wasn't every day that he saw the coats belonging to the creatures of the north, but there were certainly more than just a few within the Wilds.

In essence, it was fair for him to decide that the climate there must have catered to them all. It would not matter if they were dark or light, though climate was hardly the sole determining fact in what them look they way they did. “I came from somewhere a lot warmer than here. Not too much, except for in the summer. We still had some snow in the winter. Did it snow there often?” He had crude concepts of what the north should have been. His father stated that they were cold, but his mother had always told him that in spite of that cold, they were not fully encased in snow most of the year. Tundras, was that was she had called them?