Permafrost Hollows Que que na-to-ra

Amka's golden gaze flickered impassively as he sat, dipping his head - polite but wary of his intentions, unsure what he could want from a lone wolf in the hollows. 

The northern word, IkKanattuk, caused her dark ears to twitch curiously, recognizing it. The man before her was clearly southern and from the way the word fell from his tongue she could deduce that he didn't speak her native language. Yet, Steele knew the northern word and it appeared to be the name of his pack, indicating other northerners nearby.

Could this be the reason the raven led her here?

"Yes, the northern tongue," she saw no reason to withhold this information as he seemed to have realized she was of the same descent of those at IkKanattuk. 

"I'm Amka Eshevak," she introduced though he hadn't asked, "from...nowhere." Her gaze shifted as she trailed off suddenly, realizing she didn't want to talk about the tribe.