somewhere over the ice bridge

He had taken the plunge and went further north. He passed mountains and forests until he was as far north as he could go just about. And what lied at the end of his path on the mainland? An ice bridge. He wondered if that's where the large and strange beasts had come from. He stood on the shore just before the start of the bridge, the cold winds threatening to blow him and Knut off their feet. "What do ye make of it?" He murmured to Knut, the cat feeling as uneasy as he was. "I suspect this cropped up recently...and likely where these giant beasts have come from." Gimli responded with a low grunt, blazing yellow eyes narrowed against the wind and the spray of the sea. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the potential exploration ahead. He wasn't keen on taking his feet off of solid ground, but the curiosity he had for this new structure demanded satisfaction. The more he studied the bridge, he started to notice a figure a good distance away. It had been moving away from them, and eventually...it stopped. Had someone gone out there? Were they in trouble? He had many guesses, but no final answer. He supposed now he had to go and investigate. After all, his thirst for adventure was too overpowering to ignore. "I guess tha' settles it. Let's go," That cat meowed in protest, but the complaint was lost in the wind as Gimli started forward.

He was glad for once that he wasn't a towering beast. He was closer to the ground, so the wind wasn't as threatening as it could've been. The bear claws on his front feet did well to help him keep his grip, and before he knew it, he was nearly upon the creature he had spotted from the shore. As they drew closer, he slowed down. "Góður dagur!” He called out over the wind and sea. The wolf he was approaching didn't look like one of the dire wolves he'd seen lumbering across the lands, but he couldn't be sure just yet.