Duskfire Glacier and maybe i froze when

The words spoken were not ones that Chacal recognized from either of the languages which she spoke, though she knew enough about language to know that the words Imaq had used were likely from a different language. She had a light accent to her voice, and there was a soft, percussive quality to her words, like the sound of a wet, goat-skin drum being tapped by a soft mallet. A translation was given next- as well as a name which Chacal assumed belonged to the tulip-eared wolfdog, which made her smile slightly. "Beautiful," She said, without bothering to discern which words she was referring to- the pack's name, or the one the wolf gave for herself. 

"De glacier will bring you salvation from the summer's heat; we do de same, as we live near de beach." She said. The ocean winds kept the area cool throughout the summer, so she never had to experience the thick, humid warmth of living further inland. "We live to de West, where de cliffs rise like teeth. Our leaders are my mothers, Erzulie and Rosalyn."