I Feel... Cold

Úlfr caught the shift in manner of the Habari boy he'd met so he decided not to press his luck. Instead he just trotted along happily, taking in the sites and the chill northern air. Something about the rugged, difficult terrain and tempestuous weather made him feel alive and alert. He certainly found it more to his taste than the rolling fields and flatter range land of Fireside's territory. They soon arrived at the edge of an ice bridge. He whistled. "I'll say, I wonder how long this as been here." He followed after Áskell, his tail wagging as he went. The first thing he did as he stepped out onto the bridge was to lower his head and test the strange scents coming off the ice. There were bits of hair here and there but he couldn't pinpoint what they belonged to. Some might be caribou but some didn't seem to match anything.