Speak to Mother Tauranook outside the gates of Taunka'le Village.
We are lost, <name>. This place has been our home for many generations, but it is no longer safe. There remains only death... Death and a memory of what used to be.
<Wintergale points east.>
<Mother Tauranook wipes her tears away.>
There was once a time when I could walk across this tundra and the snow would fill my view for as far as I could see.
<Mother Tauranook whimpers.>
Perhaps the future will welcome our return - along with the snow.