Permafrost Hollows my bones do not taste of crown and silver

The introduction is only glossed over and Thuringwethil doesn’t linger on it. Sangilak remains silent, to no surprise, and Warbone moves on to business without any other pleasantries. She hasn’t seen much of one of her newest wolves so the mention of Reek catches her off guard. Each time she and Reek had spoken had been formal and the way the male presents the information doesn’t seem any different. 

“We will leave in two days,” she informs him. A grotto doesn’t sound familiar in her travels but she knows she hasn’t covered everything and the little bit of land hidden away on the other side of the glacier has eluded her. “You can tell me what else you know then,” she adds. If Warbone had come from there, he can leader her back, and what matters needed to be discussed beforehand would take place not in the company of their guest.