Duskfire Glacier so i leave it up to you

Tuwawi's lip raised to reveal a single fang between the notch in her lip — a grimace. "I do not know the tongue," she explained when the enigmatic woman slipped into Tartok's mother language; surely derived from Siku's northern heritage. Though she had pledged herself to their creed long ago, Tuwawi was not born into their service by blood. The lyrical vocabulary had been challenging for the ember to conquer and in the end she failed to grasp that aspect of the tribe. Ashamedly, her own name had been derived from their jargon — Tuwawi, quick — bestowed by the mother bear during her initiation to replace Sterntooth's Proudheart.

The firebrand ebbed closer, pointed ears turned away as Tuwawi sought to better learn Echelon's familiar scent. A certain shame eroded in the mother's breast, sparked anew by this dark woman's perfume — the biting reminder of her disloyalty. "But since you do," she gestured towards Echelon, "I can only speculate that you must follow Siku. Am I wrong? Is the matriarch near?"