Duskfire Glacier these are all the harder words you have to know

If the voice startled her, it did not show. She simply halted her work with alert ears up and a turn of her head. There was a woman she had not yet seen. Unique in every way. Wiggling hips instead of a tail, ears that did not stand, unusually proportioned.

Beautiful.

The accented words rattled in her brain as she realized she was staring and not answering. A sheepish look had swept over her face as Iana glanced back to her pitiful (so far) work.

I am...building a den. A medical den. Something private. Offered in her usually breathy, quiet voice.