Redhawk Caldera Gremlinade

"Figurative balls are not prone to get frostbites," Dwin grinned, never the one to let a good "down below" joke pass. She did not tell her sister that despite the best of preparations cold and hunger were going to be her loyal companions all throughout the remaining winter months. Spring may ease the burden of the two, but you could never rely on the warmer weather to solve all of your problems. Her reasons for holding back this information was that one learned best by experience. Words could never conjure the proper image.

"Break a leg and bugger off?" Dwin arched an eyebrow in a quizzical manner. "Have you made your will? Just in case - so that the family does not have to fight over your property?"