Northstar Vale uumak ☈

there was a word she had not heard before, strath. the girl vainly struggled to catch up with the sound of it before melkor was sweeping on, over her with his baritone. oh well. time later to puzzle out the meaning of the odd term. she refocused upon the beloved of her regent, shaking her slim muzzle.

"no. i am ... from the coast. a cold ... ice. winter always. um," kukutux fussed, growing more anxious as the seconds ticked beyond. "an island." yes, that was the word. "a cold island. we hunted the seal," she murmured, hoping that might point melkor in the correct direction of her own homeland.