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

The halfbreed dipped her head in a slow gesture of deference, naturally assuming the woman to be of higher rank, and fell in beside her as they began the trek back towards the caves Imaq had seen on her way. Floppy ears perked at the wisping question lilted in her direction, nodding as eyes of seawater met the woman's for but a second -- a twitch of a friendly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. 

"Jah, Imaq. Of Kalaallit Nunaat." The wolfdog was proud to have mastered this one string of sentence, a hint of some fiercer satisfaction hidden beneath that hinted at the wilderness running in the northron's veins not unlike the deep currents of a Yukon river. "Iana...of?"