Sunset Valley you don't make a deal to become immortal with angels

There was a particular emphasis on heda that gave Mojave pause. It meant something, though needless to say by the expression that came across her face she didn't quite understand. Of course, she wasn't sure whether that was a name, or the second name was a name, or... well, whatever. She'd avoid naming names for a smidge just to make sense of it all. The rest was a bit more straightforward in her eyes. She could wager that commander meant a leader of some sort and the other must have been a fancy name for this she-wolf's home. In reality, she wasn't quite as dense as word choice made her out to be.

"Nice to meet you," she replied conversationally, not tripping up on words for a change. "I'm Mojave," and she faltered for something else to add. Nothing from nowhere came to mind, but it almost seemed insulting to a creature that seemingly wore a constant state of stoicism all over their face. She opted to leave it at that, instead letting her gaze wander to where Thuringwethil had gestured.

"So you live kinda sorta on the icy part there? Or no?" She didn't really think the dark-haired wolf meant the weird little mountain, but couldn't avoid the clarification. Then again, she didn't know a glacier from a volcano to save her life. It had always been plains, weirdly jagged mountains, and thick forests that had hemmed her in.