Riding alone through the snow-covered road, Logan took the time to enjoy his land.
The heat Scorch produced was enough to keep him warm.
Even Zephyr, who roamed the cold skies, took the time to rest on its back.
[So what do you guys think, do we have a good land or what?] Logan asked, wondering what his beasts thought.
[Bad, cold, no food,] Zephyr whined.
He had only managed to catch a small rodent, which did not fill his stomach.
[Cold, waste heat, hungry,] Scorch replied, and Logan knew where this was going.
[Cold, no stones...] his new mole chimed in. Unlike the others, the mole only cared about rocks to eat.
[Alright, alright, let's hurry. I am also starving. I hope this freezing weather ends soon...]
