Dipsnig shrugs and nods.
"Sounds typical. And no, you're most definetly not dead. This is Nexus, a place where realities... converge, I guess. It connects to everywhere and everywhen. Sometimes it pulls people in at random and it did that to you."

Meanwhile, Brinika is hit with a harmless snowball in the back of her head. She quickly turns around, crouches, forms a little snowball on her own and throws it at Mintbalm with surprising precision.

As for the wolf cubs, they're waiting patiently for the ham around the Santa chair.