Poros might look too friendly, too cute, too cuddly and often times too clumsy to be denizens of the harsh and unforgiving Freljord, but they have inhabited the Howling Abyss since Time immemorial.
Why, there're even Myths about how it was a chance meeting with the Poro King that snapped Avarosa out of her placid "servitude" to The Watchers! ... all-though, good luck finding any texts about this, what with that wretched Ice Witch having purged the records we had of this era from any mention to The Watchers. Some say there are ancient tomes hidden deep beneath the Frostguard Citadel containing all that was lost, but that's just hear-say... annnd, completely off topic.
Relentless blizzards, countless wars, merciless beasts ranging from Wolves to ... Sejuani, Poros have endured, withstood and defied them all!
How can such a small creature survive the bitter wasteland known as the Howling Abyss? Their tongues!
A Poro's tongue wraps around it's skull, similar to that of a Woodpecker. This has a multi-purpose functionality. One, that it cushions any and all cranial impacts (those horns aren't just for show after-all!). Another, but most importantly, is that it allows a Poro to maintain and regulate their famously warm temperature. As if blessed by Ornn, each Poro is like a mini furnace.
More than simply being iconic, a Poro's tongue is essential to it's survival. Indeed, it is a physical manifestation of their boundless warmth.
It's just too sad to see a fluft of Baron Poros with no tongues. How are they supposed to taste Poro-Snax? One of their greatest joys. [sg-soraka]
By the wisdom of Brandon "Ryze" Beck and the mercy of Marc "Tryndamere" Merrill, we urge the World Weavers to reconsider and return the Baron Poro's tongue!
As a final plea, I leave you with an ancient psalm. . .
♫Born out of love, blinded by glee
Innocent, pure, magic and free,
Faithful, trusting; often naïve,
Soft, furry; their hearts hold a key♫