The dwarven male had left for some time, gone further North than even the northernmost parts of Boreas. He didn't really know how big the world truly was until he went beyond, but Boreas seemed to be the only place to capture his heart so he returned. His thick, shaggy fur ruffled with the cold Northern breeze, and the thicker fur on his feet also helped to keep his paws from freezing off. He was well suited to the North, he knew that. And someday, he wanted to possibly make his home here. Knut walked at his side, the larger cat striding effortlessly through the snow. "It's good to be back where we belong," He purred. "Aye, but...ye know...it would be nice te find a place where we really belong, no? Bein' a nomad is all well and good, but..."
He felt a part of him craved more than just what he had now. "Look a' tha' brother," Gimli looked up to find a looming structure encased in ice. He looked at it curiously, wondering what it was and how it came to be. It appeared to reach towards the heavens and he wondered if there was a way to get to the top. Would he feel closer to the Gods if he were that high on the northernmost tip of Boreas? Without a word, he opted to move on ahead with Knut following quietly.
As they drew closer, they spotted what appeared to be a wolf but...also didn't? He hadn't seen one of those on his journey, but it was a curious sight. Especially with the skins on her feet and back. "Heil! He greeted as he approached, a curious look in his eyes as he motioned towards the structure. "Come te see the sights, hm?"
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