Duskfire Glacier these are all the harder words you have to know

based loosely on IkKanattuk's description of the Greyfall Caverns

The shepherd had not been amongst their number long and the Glacier was a large domain that the bunting sought to make his kingdom, with the other unseen woman being the only other soul she could smell upon the floe, it only made sense that they had yet to cross each other's paths. But as the piebald set to familiarizing herself with the territory, thinking to garner a measure of its resources and determine where her skills might best be applied towards foundation, the opportunity presented itself. It was the scrape of her paws through the deep drifts that alerted the medicine woman to her presence, that and the flash of creamer swirled with coffee through the trees when she glanced up.

Her seaglass gaze would linger with open curiosity on the woman. She'd never seen anyone who looked anything at all like her -- more accustomed to the standard phases of agoutis she'd seen, ranging from blondes and silvers to soot and tar. Their shapes were entirely different, this girl a spritely fae of hummingbird bones where Imaq was short and stout. Enchanted, Imaq let out a soft noise of greeting, her hips giving a little wiggle in place of the missing tail she lacked.

Then, taking stock of what the woman was doing -- the she-dog gave a very canine cock of her head in a gesture of query. "What doing?" the healer asked in her heavy accent.