Silver Moraine the biggest fire the north has ever seen

Sangilak's stare continued to look upon the line of the coast well beyond them. An ear turned at his question, but she fulfilled his expectation in her mute response. This seemed the simplest way to get there, and Sangilak was after just that. His question hadn't fallen on deaf ears, and to assure him of this, Sangilak looked to him briefly. The masculine she-wolf, who was bearish and unattractive to the eye and frightening to behold, did not so much as snort in response; she looked again to the distance, and then began to move toward it. Wordlessly she had smoothly gesticulated that he would see why in due time; better not to waste their breath, to reveal her intentions to the air around them. Wind had a way of betraying the words of others; she had no interest in that, this day or any other.

So onward she went, for now, minding each step as she moved. The place shaped by the glacier that had surged through it was not too terrible to move through, and she felt their progress would be quick here. This pleased her, and caused her pace to quicken.