Moonsong Glacier inugagulliq ⋒

"Isbjørn. Ice bear," he replied with a wag of his tail. But, "It is not my words; they speak it in the Land of Long Nights," he explained. "I do not speak it as well as I do the common and my father's tongue. Valiant knows it better."

And he would teach it to his children, Dutch wanted to say. He thought that it was important to learn as many words as possible at a young age and assumed Kukutux would feel the same. He was wary, though, of trying too hard to sell the other man. Not because he worried Valiant would not live up to his praise, but because he did not want the moonwoman to think Valiant needed to be talked up.

His dark brow popped in surprise when she claimed already to have a name. "May I know this name?" he asked her, intrigued. He was fully prepared to be denied, but it did not hurt to ask!

Four seemed like a respectable number, to the panther. He felt relieved, somehow, that it was not more. Perhaps she had a true gift for these things and saw only those destined into each others' arms. That she was so discerning and still seemed to like him left the panther feeling chuffed.

"I will pray for a strong match," he said of Arrluk. And then, "She told me a little, but the conversation was short. I would like to hear more."

From someone with a longer memory, preferably.