Duskfire Glacier where the horned one sleeps

Leading onwards to a rise overlooking the lake, she hid a smile at his touch in the furs of her chest before coming to a pause at the precipice. Below them, sprawled an undulating mass of both caribou and oxen grazing peacefully on the shoots of new grasses, and amidst their hooves - "There."

If Faust were to follow the line of her snout, he'd see the first of many new calves tottering on legs too long for their bodies. "Aren't they cute?" And she says nothing else for a moment, content on watching them play. 

"They raise their young together, you know." Her paws shift, unsure if this was something he wished to hear. "I guess - what I'm trying to say is, you do not need to shoulder the weight of Darukaal alone. We are here to carry it with you, if you need." Iosef, herself, others too. They were a pack, they were family.