Bitterroot Valley a place to rest my weary soul

The woman seemed shy, much like Imaq and her mothers and other female kin. The gilded merle smiled kindly, lowering her floppy auds and lowering her golden crown with hopes of making the submissive female more comfortable. "Ah, no," the medicine woman clarified with a small grimace. "Home is that way. Glacier, with Wintersbane and Iana," the shepherd explained, gesturing in the direction of Duskfire Glacier with a sweep of her freckled muzzle.