Duskfire Glacier she dances in a ring of fire

that’s fine with me :)

The shepherd edged back half a step, cerulean gaze widening in surprise when the honeyed she-wolf’s fallow crown popped out of the den — like one of the little northern sparrows that dug burrows. She relaxed just as quickly, laughing softly at her fear. ”Good morning, Meerkat,” she returned easily, making room for her pack mate to climb out of the den, and was grateful that she could say the words fairly well — despite the heavy accent that warped her words.

”Imaq not mean to bother Meerkat. Imaq apologize.” It was not said as elegantly but she managed to get her point across at least. Selkie’s lopped auds fluttered with contrition at her presumption. She decided not to dally, so as not to linger and pester the younger woman.

”Imaq wonder…what happen with Siku and Makatza?” the Iota’s shoulders dipped with her octaves — which had grown light and soft as summer showers. She hoped that her words would not come across as accusatory.