Northstar Vale foalócë

She does not take note, notice the glint of pious pitying in that gaze;
for she has trained her thoughts instead of that which he speaks next: 
"Yes ... imprecisely so,"  is the low, lulling tones.  "Beasts such as they always flock to ze north, and further. I have chosen this cradle in ze spires for exactly this; it is my prediction that they meander through ze Taiga, which I know well of. It has been affirmed, too, by ze General who I am ... familiar with—"  (who still she must go to!)  "—so I may only hope that our herds have not gone further, farther than they are able to survive."  The icefields that she had wended down through, once upon a time ... she would not wish it even on prey.

The stricken deemed to sidle closer now, if only a smidgen; if only to wonder aloud, faux-accusatory:  "Is that why you have tread after us, then? ... I will not rest blame upon your shoulders, of course. We all hunger ... and I cannot say just when quarry will drift back south."