Moonsong Glacier erginathus

this man spoke in the same way as dutch, she thought, or at least with a similar softness, and she liked the sound of it. remembering their first encounter was a little bit difficult given how riled she had been at the time. still, she remembered him.

sulukinak, she answered.

her tail stopped thumping and began to sweep across the ice instead, making a new sound that was a little softer, and reminded her of rain somehow. the sound of her name echoing in the caves made her startle a little bit and sulukinak turns to look in to different corridors as if someone else has spoken.

then her eyes rest on the elder man. you sound like the chief.