Stone Circle Emerald Paradise

No sense of humor - how sad... Birk thought with a pang of genuine sympathy towards Larus, who had probably missed out a lot of other fun in his life too. His family had not understood jokes or taken them too seriously, but that had not deterred the wayward sheep of the flock from making them. Each had a way to survive in very harsh conditions - his was laughing about his very disappointing and desperate situation. Crying had not been an option, because tears tended to freeze on your face, once they were shed.

"A native then..." Birk said with a polite smile, because he did not know, what else could he possibly comment about his packmate's brief recap of his life. It was neither remarkable, nor extraordinary. Like most people's. "I come from the Far North, where it's cold and dark for the most part of the year and Ice Giants roam the realm freely," he replied. "And, since living with frostbitten balls in a very cold environment is kind of hard... I chose to move South. And it worked miracles - last winter, for example, frost chewed on my ears, but my balls were left intact."