Duskfire Glacier everything after, nothing

The medicine woman's limp ears lifted with consideration as the tundrian assigned her to the task of patrolling their borderlands -- much as they did now. She felt a momentary flare of surprise to think that he would delegate such a task to a woman, particularly herself. Perhaps others -- lupine or canid -- would not find the halfbreed overly intimidating and would not respect her claim to this land if she attempted to stop them from entering. Or perhaps other wolves would believe her to be outright lying about belonging to the Glacier's coalition (thinking her to be nothing more than a lowly dog) and attack her for daring to say anything to them. 

Despite the anxieties that the buttercream cur's lack of esteem inspired, she kept them to herself. Wintersbane seemed to believe she was capable of this job -- full-blooded or no, woman or man. More than she feared any snapping jaws or cruel words, Imaq despised the thought of letting him down especially when he had already given her so much. This, she could and would give in spite of her nerves. To help build was to repay him for offering shelter and status but she knew she would forever owe the blue bunting for the precious words he had given her. 

"Wintersbane?" she asked, his name less foreign in her tones of velvet -- not unlike the soft skin of a caribou's nose. "What will this place be?" Perhaps she should have questioned before, when they first met. But he had never stated a purpose for the people he hoped to bring together, never mentioned any sort of culture in their brief interactions or what might happen after formation that she could recall. Imaq couldn't help but wonder -- when she had fulfilled her purpose of helping him, what would come next. She planned to stay with the Glacier wolves but what would staying entail exactly when their borders had been laid and their claim made official?