An impossible view

He was a well spoken boy, it seemed, and Kiela was glad she'd run into him instead of some over-exuberant pup. He explained he wasn't sure they were related, and Kiela nodded slowly. "I've been here once before. These lights, under the ice - they were here before. But not these," she lifted her muzzle toward a nearby group of the tiny blue floating lights. "It seems things are changing.. again," Kiela trailed off thoughtfully. She only hoped that whatever was happening here wouldn't effect her caribou. It'd been awhile since she;'d checked up on the northern herd and she feared this might be a sign of a more brutal winter to come. "The nights have been longer too, or so I think?" When she'd expected the sun to rise it had still been dark, and Kiela was beginning to grow more uneasy at what changes were ahead of them still.