The arctic snow forces you to move on. You see lions and cubs playing in the snow. You shiver as you wonder how such lions and cubs could adapt to this sort of weather. One of the cubs smile at you. You stare blankly at him. A broodmother shoos him away gazes at you darkly. A rather small dawn-eyed lion that had beautiful fur and an air of authority reassures her before she pads away. The silent adolescent seems to have knowledge beyond their years as they flick their tail towards a semi-hidden cave of ice. You hesitate before stepping inside, finding a few items for sale in the beautiful glacial cove.