Moonsong Glacier ⁴man hlaruva rávëa súrë?

& that is that on that on that!!1

Admission;
the stricken listened to such beneath that enquiring guise, and only supposed it was fair to respond in kind; all by a humbled nod, and shifting her way to one side of the trampled carcass to get ready to haul the poor thing back to her — their! — mists. Later, she would come to learn the auburn's name, when their lungs weren't entirely breathless from this tedious trek.