Duskfire Glacier where do you go? oh, where do you stay?

"Is okay," the cur reassured with a gentle smile of gratitude as they moved to shelter within the small grove of trees, displaced from the rest of the treeline on the fringes of the open white plains. "Is just...hard place for women," the she-dog tried to explain without going too deeply into the sordid details of the harsh life the wolves of Greenland led.

"Food is little. Sun is little. No warmth. No life," Imaq told her. "Family is survival. Kalallit. Men are raised strong, to be brothers always. They share wives, raise their young in one large group. But this means father wolf will arrange the marriages for his children," Imaq gave a tiny shrug, obviously accustomed to this tradition though it seemed to be considered greatly unorthodox in these lands. 

The dove hummed a soft note of agreement, watching the colors dance in the wind for a moment before turning to Iana. "In Nunaat, Imaq dance with the lights. Imaq and all the mothers. Sisters too." Even if they hadn't been fond of their canine sister, it was still a womens' tradition to dance together with the spirits. She considered the other, willow-curve piebald quietly for a moment. "Iana want learn?"