Moonsong Glacier the place I want to be is somewhere in your heart

"Many things," she began to explain. The translation to common was tricky as it was with most words from her language, but hopefully Dutch would understand. "Sometimes it means morning - most often it means star. A word for new beginnings also. I thought it would fit me well, though," she added after a beat, "you may call me Tulugak still if you wish."

Some weight lifted off her shoulders as he went on to speak of sunset man and shadow girl, neither which she had spent much time with before. That would be rectified, soon, she promised to herself, along with much needed introductions to the newcomers.

"Ariadne, she-," a deep sigh as her shoulders slumped right back down again. More than often she had willed it to be false; that somehow moonwoman had been wrong. "I do not blame silent hunter." The girl was a great asset to the pack; hopefully she would not depart for good. Her anger for the red woman burned a low fire in her chest. "It is a cowardly thing, to abandon a village of your own making. There are more hurtful words I want to say, but, Morningsong will live on without her. Perhaps, for the better." Following his gaze, she had not realised her claws had begun to pinch his skin and quickly let go.

Nevertheless, her smile was genuine as her eyes met his. "You will have me here in your home, Dutch. Always. I will not leave again," she promised.