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

It surprises her that the other would take an interest in her tribe's beliefs but pleasantly so. Imaq allows a shy smile, nodding a little too quickly -- excited by the prospect of sharing her people's stories. 

She crept into the crevice as beckoned, easily able to straighten to her full, short height within. It was snug but spacious enough for the wren and the buttercream shepherd to move about in the close quarters. It had enough room for a patient to recline while a healer peddled about -- perhaps they could assemble a few stone cairns here to store herbs in or dig a cache for the medicines. 

Whatever would be done with the space, the Kalallit woman felt it would be best to defer to Iana since this seemed like it would be her domain. Perhaps she might welcome the medicine woman's aide as an acolyte of sorts, the thought bringing a joyful wag to the she-dog's wool-coated flanks of strawspun.