The first step

It wasn’t the season for deer to be grouped up in their giant herds that formed during breeding season so he wasn’t so concerned she wasn’t part of one. However it was a little odd that she was not with a small group of hinds for protection. Only the Eurasian Elk were likely to be on their own, and well himself. He’d never really fit in with the bachelor stags during off season so he didn’t say anything.

His gaze swept over the towering pillar of ice again as the pair of them searched for an entrance inside. The more they looked the more he was certain they would find nothing. Perhaps if they wished to put enough effort into making an entrance there would be something inside, but he wasn’t certain such drastic measures would be worthy.

"There is indeed a summer, but it's nothing comparable to the southern lands.” He on;y knew that because when he tried to migrate south the heat had been absolutely unbearable to him. "I could guess that it is much like the landscape. Over many tens of years the wind has solidified the water in the air around an already standing structure.” He offered his hypothesis with a bit of thought.

"My name is Rannoch, by the way.” He added warmly, uncertain if this would be the last he saw of the young doe.

"Speech"