Nova Peak the bloodied hatchet

She stood her ground; the two looked at one another. When he made no further moves, Sangilak looked out over the horizon with one ear upon him; just as he wasn't one for small talk, she wasn't one for talking. As she looked away he spoke, and she looked back to him once more. He did not appear aggressive or hostile, and as she interpreted his words from the language she was taught as opposed to the language she had been raised speaking she frowned. Ever thick, 'cool' was not a word she much understood in the method that he used it. 

And so Sangilak looked at him, trying to understand what he meant and if he could sense her body temperature from where he stood. But she did not feel cold; she felt warm, if anything. So as not to misunderstand him, Singaluk blinked and tilted her head, silently willing him to elaborate in the gesture. Sangilak could only wish that she were cool, but the temperature up here was not detestable, and the Spring breeze made things all the more bearable for her.