Duskfire Glacier you want someone to be your reflection, your bitter deception

Night falls by the time Nagruk arrives at the far reaches if the glacier. It's frigid here, an immortal bastion untouched yet by the thawing of near spring. While talks of peace continue, the northwoman forges her own blatant path up icy cliffs to the edge of a frost-clad forest. 

Her ignorance of their borders would be noticed upon their return, she guessed. But Nagruk would be gone by then, and the glacierfolk would chase nothing but a shadow of Saatsine. Wetting her nose, she locates the scent of a woman nearby and lopes to follow as a hound might a fox.