Endless

Apparently the woman had been from Boreas originally. Álarr nodded. "That was my thinking as well. The creatures surely have come from whatever land lays north of here. It must've sprouted up this winter." Álarr steadied himself as he set a paw down on the ice. It was cold, made all the more bitter by the wind that was whipping up around them. His ears flicked back. He took a few steps out onto the ice. "My name is Álarr Imperialis. I do wonder if this bridge will last through the summer. If we do get a warm spell and the bridge melts…" His voice trailed off but it didn't take much to figure out that if the bridge were to melt the creatures would likely be stuck in Boreas. He wasn't sure what that would mean. Would it mean they would become part of the fauna? Would the eventual heat kill them off? Or was this cold snap less of a spell and more the beginning of an entire age?