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

The titles of the wren's former homeland are as exotic and alien to Imaq's ears as the medicine woman's must surely be to Iana, her floppy, freckled auds bouncing as they pique with interest at the strange name. "Jah," she agrees softly, a sheepish warmth coloring her cheeks at the subconscious stumble. "Of PiKalujak ikumakunnuk now," the shaman murmured almost to herself. Then with a glance at Iana, she clarified, "Glacier of fire and...Siqiqniq's sleep." 

Mamik nodded in agreement to the piebald's gesture of suggestion, moving to pad after her as she followed along. Her tropical gaze flitted along the cavern walls, seeking. When she spotted a sizeable hole in the wall that seemed like it might be promising, Imaq would give a similar gesture with an inquisitive cock of her head. Wanna check this spot out?