Broken Boulder daddy's ghost behind you,

closer they came until rala could practically feel the man's warm breath upon her nose.

she looked up at him with curiosity sparkling behind dawn-hued eyes, tilting her head, a small smile upon her face. she blinked, once, twice, ears twitching as words spilt from his maw decorated in a melody that she had never heard before. it sounded warm. deep and thick, his voice was, prompting a fastened tail wag. first impressions were important, and this stranger was making a good one.

he sat back, then, as if to match himself towards her size. what a gentleman, she thought with an inwards chuckle. i have just arrived here, nanuralaaq said with an accent that combatted his own. northern, matching her mother tongue. her common was not the best, somewhat broken and without informalities, everything she said either sounded proper or old-timey. you are alone, too, angijuq angut, a slight tease, ending in a chuckle.

the snowwoman would move, then, circling a sort of 'perimeter' around the stranger. scanning him, studying him, as if forming an opinion, or a professional review. he was decorated in scars, of which she could commend. she found them quite beautiful, really. the tales of battles fought and won. caped in hues of oak, amber, sand and white, she found herself thus far approving of this stranger.

polar-cub would sit back in front of him, now. what is your name, aallajuq?