It's cold out here... Don't ask why you were wandering about the IceWing territory. It doesn't matter. Maybe you were on an expedition, maybe you needed to be somewhere. Whatever it was, it's wiped from your mildly vacant thoughts as something large and solid plows into you, causing you to fall over, not expecting the assault. Glancing upwards, you see an IceWing standing over you, his fangs bared, wings flared, and face generally in a snarl. "What are you doing, roaming around these parts?" He spat the words out. What the hell?