Snowforest Taiga you dangle on the leash of your own longing

Ickitatuck, he tried and failed to mentally repeat. What a handful of a name. If he knew the language of the snow wolves, it would come easily to his tongue, but as a Dragedakru wolf, it was much too long and elegantly composed for his tongue. He nodded instead, and tried to wrack his brain to think if he knew any snow wolves himself. There had maybe been a few large white wolves in Trigeda, but none really came to mind. I don't know any snow wolves, I don't think, he admitted, then observed, but you're not big and white. They're your family though?

Currituck couldn't possibly be one of these snow wolves, he reasoned, though she lived with them. Did that mean that like him, she was a bit of an outsider making her home among wolves she could never live up to? That was too negative a thought for him to voice aloud, but it allowed him to feel a growing kinship with the young she-wolf.

That's right, he said kindly, even though the way she'd said the words had been a little wrong. It was difficult to hear a word for the first time and reproduce it flawlessly, after all, and he struggled to pronounce some of the Trigedasleng words himself. Who was he to judge? Of Dragedakru, he added, and clarified in common, that means 'from Drageda'. Yours might be... uh... Currituck from snow?