Phoenix Maplewood Come kiss me further

Imaq turned, sweeping her freckled muzzle north as she did so. "North," the word is fond on her tongue, mind flitting momentarily to the lands beyond these -- to the polar fields in the far northeast. "Aya, Imaq belong to the piKalujak," her lips quirked with the words, a sort of inside joke. "Ice."

"Pandora need home?" the she-dog asked then, figuring it couldn't hurt to ask. Their ranks already held many she-wolves but it could be beneficial to bolster their numbers, they were still a rather small pack -- with many little ones due soon. They would need all the help they could get.