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It did not take long for the sandy colors of the young scout to appear on the ice. She hiked to where the northerner stood and breathed heavily, steadying the breath that had been used to scale the cold terrain. It was not until Meerkat had stopped the heaving of her sides and offered a pleasant expression to Issorartuyok that he broke his stoic expression and laughed warmly.

You are using flattery, the northerner boomed in his thunderous voice. There was merriment in the earthy brown of his eyes. It did not seem that the scout had bothered him with such a statement. The truth of the matter was that Issorartuyok felt good. It was pleasant to have another notice it.

Eyeing her with a curious smile on his lips, the northerner stepped toward the sandy figure and sniffed at the aromas that clung to her frame. She smelled of the cold, of the glacier itself. You look good, as well.