What's This?

As accustomed as she might be to the cold, it was impossible to ever get used to frigid winds like this. She was reminded briefly of many nights during her youth spend huddled up close to her family for warmth during those long, dark winter nights. This was a type of cold that must simply be endured and one could never really get used to. Hopefully standing closer to Dusk would help maintain a tolerable level of body heat, though she felt her comfort declining rapidly. Only when it reached near dangerous levels would she make the decision to turn back.

Kiela squinted as a powerful gust of wind struck them, crouching further as Dusk had suggested. Digging her claws into the ice provided her some traction against the strong force of the wind, and only once the moment had passed did she warily open her eyes and refocus her attention on Dusk. "Maybe," she replied, rather non-committaly. She didn't have the faintest idea what this place was and she wasn't about to debate it regardless; this was nothing like the glaciers she'd explored in her youth, though similar in some ways. This was something else entirely, Kiela was certain of it.

She nodded at Dusk's words, fully agreeing with the sentiment. She held tradition as most important above all else, but part of the Jarvela tradition was to venture onward into the unknown. There was no growth without exploration, which was why she'd come to Boreas in the first place. "You are right," she sounded solemn in the face of another brief wind that touched them, this one more gentle than the last, though she suspected the wind's mercy was short-lived. "You - are from around here? The north?"