Life might be harsh, but we carry on.If ice prickles our toes, we will not stop.
No matter the size, we will survive.
Cute, furry faces, hide our history scars.
Gleaming eyes, are like the mirror's to past.
Shadows, like the demon who haunts us.
Snow is our home, ice is our sister, prey is one, but nothing counts, like our love to Alaska.










