The cold hardly bothered Jerrar, having been to the top of the wind elder's mountain, nothing could compare to the immense cold he was able to withstand.  The cool air was actually refreshing, though he did subconsciously begin to rub his paws together for warmth. The cold kept him awake, making his eyes water when the cold air touched them.<br/><br/>After a while of flying towards the island, Jerrar assumed that was where they were going.<span style="color: #BF4000">"What intriguing architecture. If homes reflect the resident, I suppose we can expect a warm welcome."</span>Jerrar said, optimism in his voice. Perhaps his wing can be saved.