Child of the Wild, from the land of ice, of snow

A meager child was I, barely worth the spit of the great mammoth that was the totem spirit of our tribe. My parents wanted much for me to be the heroic hunter, to chase the snow cats away with wild spear shaking and screams of manic fury! But alas, I was not this child. I had one desire, deep in my primitive heart, a simple dream really. I wanted to DANCE!