Duskfire Glacier they will not be hurt.

thank you! and you're good!

The gilded shaman glanced up as the call reached her folded auds, which perked to life suddenly with the greeting that found them. A welcoming smile graced her golden features, tailless rump giving a canine wiggle of excitement. "Hello," the dove returned as the earthen agouti maneuvered his way through the fragrant blooms. 

"Aya," the aureate northron agreed gently in her mother tongue, cinnamon-freckled diadem dipping slowly in a shy gesture of affirmation. "The inua have smiled on me -- on all of the Glacier," the sea witch murmured by way of explanation as she straightened, casting a content look around the territory their tribe had claimed. 

"I come to honor them with gratitude," Angakkoq continued, glancing back to Rye with a searching look. "What of you, kinnuajok-ijik? How are you?"