Polar opened up a flimsy-looking cabinet and began rustling through the piles of food inside. “Ain’t much food out here-” She pulled out a small salt lick and set it on a small, stained table. “-but if you know where to look-” A large bowl of lichen, scraped away from rocks beneath the snow. “-you can find-” Small chunks of willow bark. “-quite a bit.” A bundle of shrub roots. She paused, then added, “And sometimes I splurge.” A bag of apples, bought in the Crystal Empire. Even out here, you could indulge. “You hungry?”