Nikolas wasn't all that shocked about having to rely on themselves until spring, that was just a normal part of life. The letter part was a little concerning though. Being from a nomadic tribe, there was really no telling where his family would be right now. They sort of had a usual route, but depending on weather, animal migrations, hunting conditions, and any number of other things, that could change. How to locate them: wandering the entire northern tundras until either a) they were found or b) you got lost and froze to death. Not a good option. What would happen to the mate of the Pigmy he was to get? If it had nowhere to get messages from...? The comment on these dragons not being able to live in the cold was another check mark against not having one. He lived in the cold, his people lived in the cold, everything was cold.<br/><br/>Looking at the map, Nikolas felt this place would be warmer than his home climate, even if the Lore Master had said it got cold. The sudden outburst from Motto drew his attention and Nikolas silently raised an eyebrow as he watched the boy right his chair and once more sit down. Calmly looking the map over once more he made his decision.<br/><br/>"I would like Cave 7." He answered.<br/><br/>It didn't go unnoticed that the temperature in the room was dropping. Nikolas looked to the door as Mayleen closed it. Why would the temperature have suddenly dropped? Nothing had changed from the last time they had met in here, apart from Motto who didn't appear as though he was the source, and the mysterious newcomer.