Duskfire Glacier and maybe i froze when

So the pack was new. It would have been news to Chacal even if the pack had lived here for quite some time- but the markings were clearly enough defined that there wasn't really much way for her to tell how long the pack had been around. Sheerly by luck, it seemed, she had caught them in their formation process- which meant that she might be the first wolf from Sapphique to come and speak of diplomacy between the two packs. She felt confident that she could handle this, and the wolf she'd met seemed lovely. Perhaps a bit reserved, but Chacal felt that perhaps she was just shy, and wary of others. She seemed confident, though, enough to seem proud of the pack's formation. Chacal felt happy for her. 

"I am glad to hear of dis, and wish you de best of fortune. May I ask what your pack is to be called?" She asked then, in her flute-like voice. She hadn't managed to make a rhyme for her phrase, but her lilting voice was melodious enough, perhaps, to complete the musical phrase without needing the words to rhyme.