Somehow I was in a land where the Ocean and a river met, it was very cold and snow was everywhere, I was dressed in just marine Cammie's, yet was not cold at all. I was being mentored on how to catch narwhals so I could have enough food to last the summer. For some reason food was abundant in the winter there and very hard to come by in the spring and summer months. Anyways I was taught to carve a large hole in the ice about two feet across and to hang food from the roof of the ice cave that was my home to lure the narwhal into the hole where it would get stuck and killed for its meat. I was then taught on how to use the horn of the whale to make a spear, the skin for clothing and how to smoke and dry the meat for leaner times. Although the language spoken was not english I could understand everything being said.