We lived along the edges of the ice: the Big Four Legged Ones. We ate and we were eaten and all was well. But then everything changed. The ice withdrew to the north. The sea level rose, the land disappeared. At the end we all died. We left our bones there where we lived. Good strong bones. Now they carry the sea. But someday the seabed will be in the sun again. Then we will be there ounce again to live.
*until then, some of their bones are part of a Labyrinth artefact.
