But something makes me carry on

Birna cocked her head to the side as the cat stated that his mate was an arctic fox. She had never heard of a cross species relationship before but it was not in her nature to judge that sort of thing. Instead she chuckled at the idea that she would ever eat a fox. She shook her head. "No, no, rest your worries. In accordance with my beliefs I do not eat other predators, regardless of size unless they are fish or birds." It was believed eating other mammalian predators would create a dark sickness in the soul and in the mind. It was simply not done, even if it meant starving to death.

Birna nodded at the mention of the taxing heat of certain seasons. "I agree completely. I have been shifting between Boreas and Auster, following the winter as best I'm able. One day I hope to have a small reindeer herd and knowing how the seasons shift may change my movements but much like me I do not think they would do so well in the height of summer heat."

"You should be fine. I live here only temporarily and I do not guard territory as fiercely as a wolf pack. There are no packs here as of yet but that could always change. Packs these days seem to rise and fall like the tide."


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