"Warmother, the grip of winter has tightened. The Avarosans have fled beyond their outposts. North is the sea... our only path leads east." "Do not listen to him, Warmother. That way is the Pale, and beyond it, the whispering wilds. I say better to die than face that cursed land." "How fortunate for you both that neither must decide my people's fate." "True, Warmother. But perhaps there is a third way. Let me travel east. Better a scout is lost to darkness than all of our people." - Warmother Sejuani conferring with her generals