Shadow Mountain who made you like this

She had not requested it, but the name spoken sends a pleasant shiver down her spine all the same. They are family; this man Sikuar and herself, and it is his status that earns a roving nose to his pale forehead to glean what information she can before teeth bare a moment later. He would do well not to forget that she was in charge.

"Nagruk Tartok," she rumbles, and though she steps back to allow him purchase on her ledge, he does not climb. "Issumatar. Soon. You stay a while?" How he'd earned his name mattered little to her, only that now she was all the more curious to see what he would do.