I
was born in the wilderness of the far north; exactly where, I cannot
remember. What I do remember is the constant cold that bit the skin
and made bridges of ice between the islands. I remember the mountain
of a man who kept me at his side. As far back as I can remember, he
was there; making sure I was fed, clothed, and taught the ways of the
ancestors. He would tell stories of the great wolf-riders of the ice
plains, who hunted the White Bear and Fang-Seal. The Fang-Seal is
gone now, and the W