Duskfire Glacier pilukak

there came another, in the silence that came with near-darkness. she paused in her movement, looking to the other, stance unshifting. a remnant of the pack the once was, perhaps? but when the woman neared and the scent of her fur came without any others, Ahnah decided her too to be a lone wolf. Certainly happy was she, as she greeted the Inuit in a singsong voice, words entwined with those of a language she did not recognise. at her question, the woman answered " neither. English will do." and it would, for the woman had learned much more of the language in her travels. 

she introduced herself to be Quetzalli, a name foreign and exotic to the woman. she found something about the woman's sheer happiness to be refreshing, after so many weeks of stoic travel, and thus her maw lifted in a small smile. "I am Ahnah"  she introduced after a moment.