Wapun Meadow Apricot Wishes

"Your face is a sight for a sore eyes," Birk remarked calmly, when the stranger had approached close enough to be properly examined. The man's muzzle was criscrossed by scars and though the one, who claimed to be a descent from Ice giants, did not hold high in regard those, who fought often, he still respected them. Therefore the previous comment and the next was sort of a polite way of teasing the other.

"And I see that cold has also feasted on your ears," he noticed that they shared not only the coat color, but the frostbitten ears as well. Last winter had chopped off bits and pieces of Birk's ears and it had taken a very long time for them to properly heal. "So I deduce that we might come from similar upbringings. Familiar with the Ice fields?" he asked out of common courtesy, not that he fancied meeting any of his former packmates or family members.