Moonsong Glacier Kinguyakkii

The sound of an unfamiliar voice beckoned the northerner’s dark ears to swivel atop his head. Issorartuyok slowed in his pace and turned back to see the shape of a young wolf, perhaps a yearling, who had called out a greeting and then offered her own translation. The northerner laughed softly at this before he swung his broad frame around to inspect her fully.

Halu, Issorartuyok returned in his own tongue. That is my way to say hello.

The northerner was impressed with her youthful physique. She was a streak of silver with a pair of glimmering hazel eyes, warm in her spiritual nature. Issorartuyok wondered how he might be able to assist her. I am called Issorartuyok. What is your name? the large snow-dusted wolf inquired of her, head tilted curiously to the side.