Duskfire Glacier they will not be hurt.

Imaq felt the blood drain from her face, not having expected the question, leaving her skin as pale and cold as if there were no fur to block the chilled winds that sighed across the Glacier. Of their own accord, her eyes widened in surprise and her lips fell open -- stammering wisps of nonsense that were almost inaudible, as if the very air had been sucked from her lungs.

After a moment, the gilded merle managed to regain some measure of composure -- gaze and freckled diadem dropping alike so that her gaze was hidden from Rye as she rasped a spotted tongue along her creamy chops in vague anxiety. "Imaq not.." she faltered, failing to find an explanation that could explain -- that would make sense to the he-wolf even when Imaq herself still failed to understand her father's betrayal. 

"Imaq no choose. Imaq...ipik," she practically spat the word beneath her breath. "Dirty. Had to go, father wolf said," she tried to tell him. "Say Imaq is Tupilak, sea-witch. Bring dirty on all of Kalallit."

youre good! 

translations:

ipik: dirt or filth.

Kalallit: family.