We have been traveling for countless moon cycles searching for a new home. Our home in the north has become too hot, so we move south, in hopes that the legends of a great expanse of ice surrounded by freezing waters are real. We have journeyed for many moon cycles, and many of our people have not made the full journey, my mother and father being among the dead. But finally, we have made it. I pull back my hood and look across the glittering white expanse. The ice is real, and we have made it.