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"Is good start," Imaq praised with a gentle smile, accepting the kisses and nuzzles as it morphed into an expression of tender adoration. Her cracked gaze of aquamarine and neptune flitted to the low range that Rye indicated. "Issutanguak" the shepherd supplied readily. Then her expression shifted into something equal parts playful and fierce, mimicking the snarl of the great lion who called such terrain home. "Cat. Pittusigak," she explained. And so the game continued, an old one that was not new to Imaq -- a game of passing words back and forth until they had mastered each other's language. Though, of course, this process took time.