Nova Peak and sailed to troy,

Imaq nodded, satisfied and not guessing that anything was amiss. "This is good thing, jah," she praised gently, before offering a hint of herself: "Imaq is medicine woman, like Erzulie. And woman-who-hunts." There was no common term for the title of the arctic wolves. 

The shepherd cast a glance over her pale shoulder, thinking that she should return before the time got away from her -- and before the conversation died out awkwardly. "Imaq need go home. But is good to know Erzulie," she demurred with a shy smile as her aquamarines returned to Erzulie's bicolored gaze, hoping the she-wolf understood the sentiment she was trying to express. "Imaq hope to speak with gem-chief again."

She waited to catch any parting words the leader had before giving the shadowed femme a nod and turning to begin the trek back to Duskfire.