Big Salmon Lake i think god is moving it's tongue,

a small voice a few ways behind him chirped at him. or rather, yelled. however he could tell the strangers age from their voice ; they were young, and as rökkur turned to view them, they were without guardian, either. a weary look rose upon his features then.

sure, he rumbled, then. tongue thickly accented, almost awkward within his muzzle. a voice that spoke of the icy north in all of its brutality. as long as i can ask one first ; do you have anyone taking care of you at the moment? a parent? guardian?

this child should not be out here on her own.