Mowler Raises his Mug to the toast called "to the winding road".<br/><br/><br/><br/>mowler Beams his gaze toward Takal after  he made his observation.<br/>"nothing strange about that at all..." he states matter of factly befor taking in another slug from his mug<br/><br/>"predetors can pretend to be as civilized as they want until the Food is low." pausing a moment to exaggerate his next words.<br/><br/>"nothing breeds lawlessness in a predetors heart, then empty stomach or straving brood. it is happening here. it will be the same as Jejuna" he states in a chilling voice<br/><br/>in Mowler mind he ponders the only natural alternative, short of the mircle of the end to the damning winter... and shifts uncomforatably in his seat.