Duskfire Glacier everything after, nothing

The gilded tundrian feels an urge to roll her eyes -- in good humor, of course -- and perhaps bump her shoulder to his own in a show of camaraderie. A witty quip brewing about how he does not need to reassure her of his masculinity, as if she could see him as anything such. The shepherd had been taught to regard all males respectfully, but the fevercoated titan at her side was perhaps a prime, perfect example of what her own people considered a proper leader of a tribe. This was why she felt so comfortable around him as to feel a desire to joke with him, he brought to mind the north -- her kin. But they were not so familiar yet and she did not command his tongue well, so she merely smiles in bemusement -- thinking to herself that it must have been some sort of fox like the pale vermin of her icy isle. Maybe in time she might see one and puzzle out what exactly it was for herself, though she hoped they did not return to trespass again.

She hmms softly, golden crown dipping in vague agreement. Then, she turned her cracked gaze towards him -- vaguely shy that the blessing of Sedna in her tropical gaze might spook him. The sharp words crack in her ears, Imaq Tupilak. Seawitch. "How Imaq help?" What role could she fill best here on the AngajukKâk's glacier of twilight and fire, as he had explained it was titled. She had been shaman to her kith, before, healer and spiritualist. But that was in another land, across the sea. His people did not seem to keep the same traditions and she did not know if what had served Salik's Kalaallit would also benefit Wintersbane's.