All Look, No Touch

The man said the Fire and Ice moniker were fine by him and Sparrow laughed just a little. See, this guy wasn't SO humorless. As she squinted, he said that he supposed they just knew where to look. Sparrow scanned the whole horizon and, nope, no pirate ship. "Maybe I'm going blind?" She asked, her eyes refocusing on the shockingly red man after a few moments. Y'know, the dull horizon was actually a little better on the eyes, now that she thought about it. He said they maybe didn't have fun because they were too busy surviving the harsh climate. Sparrow rolled her eyes with an amused smile. "Really? That's your excuse? Come down south for the summer and see if you can survive THAT, then we'll talk." She shot him a smirk and a wink so he'd know she was mostly joking. Mostly. "Like, there's life, then there's living. What's the point in life if you're just surviving and not really living? We're wolves if surviving gets too tough to really live, we can move, that's like... our whole thing." Did these wolves get frost bite brain and forget packs were like... able to move? "Like, knock off a little, move your pack to a nice area- you can still have snow and stuff, just... then you can actually have FUN! I know some pirates who throw a MEAN party, and some vikings who do a market with wares and slaves and stuff. You oughta try it!"

He DID mention ice skating and a lake nearby. She didn't think she had been there yet and tilted her head. "Skating? Never heard of it. You an expert? I'll sign up for a class of yours any time."