Nova Peak and sailed to troy,

The day had found Imaq wandering away from the Glacier for a time, both anxious that her heat had not come as of yet and grateful that it had kept at bay. The cur wasn't sure what she would do when it struck. Wintersbane seemed rather lax regarding breeding but perhaps he was the only male to sire pups and this alone was why -- she had not spoken with Rye for several days and wondered if he had been swept up by the scent of heat coating the Glacier. The only thing the medicine woman was sure of, was that she needed a respite from the perfume of womens'-curse and the feeling of agitated inadequacy it inspired.

She wandered with no particular purpose, mapping the land idly until she decided to scale the lower heights of the Peak. When the dark form of the woman, unwittingly the mother of the girlish ambassador Imaq had spoken with only weeks ago, came into view, the she-dog stopped -- calling a soft, timid note of greeting towards her. Waiting, she wondered if she would be greeted warmly or with anger.