Shadow Mountain who made you like this

From here, Nagruk can see everything. Her peak dwarfs the others nearby, and as she peers into the rising sun her glacial eyes catch sight of the taiga's snowfield in the far-off distance. Where was Kukuvrak now? Tikigak? 

It is the scent of blood that draws her from her thoughts, half-expectant to see her bloodkin arrive on her slopes but instead she finds herself peering down upon a man. He is large from what she can tell, and draped in furs not unlike her own. To have climbed this far is no easy feat, but Nagruk's eyes narrow as her tail rises in challenge. He is not enough, not yet.

If he wishes to greet her, he would have to join her up here.