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

Imaq hadn't quite taken note of the languishing lull to the willowbark's velvet tones but the spark of enthusiasm that wakes her companion's dulcets into something lively charges Imaq with an enthusiastic static. A wide grin lightened her features like sunlight breaking through cloud clover, her tailless rump giving a little shake of happiness -- as if she might truly have an appendage to wag with joy.

"Jah," the cur wisped quickly, shrugging a little as if to say it had been no big deal to help the rose brown piebald with her task. Then, the wolfdog glanced down demurely, swallowing down her shyness momentarily before returning her seaglass gaze to Iana's pale emeralds of spruce green. "Imaq help? Imaq...Angakkok. Medicine woman," she explained, pointing with her freckled muzzle towards Iana's chest before pointing back towards herself -- nose drifting half down towards her paws in gesture. I'm like you, a healer.