Nova Peak and sailed to troy,

The cur's head tipped back slightly, lips parting in a silent sigh of understanding. "Ah," she mouthed, giving a tiny nod. "Is good thing then, jah? Cliffs all to Sapphique," the Waterwitch quipped lightly with a quirk of a smile, trying her best not to butcher the other clan's name in her thick accent. To the best of her knowledge, it seemed like an alliance might be possible between the gem-wolves and those who belonged to the mountain of ice and sunset -- she didn't see the harm in choosing sides between the victor of this spat and the ghost of a pack that had once claimed the Peak they stood on. 

"Aya," Imaq agreed with a light chuckle. "Imaq come all the way from Nunaat -- across Sedna's sea," she added, perhaps a bit too talkative in her excitement at meeting another wolf who seemed to tolerate her presence. 

"Glacier is good place to call home. Small pack but strong. Like Kalallit," the dove answered honestly. Her seaglass gaze glimmered then with a hint of girlish secret. "There is a boy. A girl too," she admitted, tones slightly more hushed -- shy. Her thoughts flickered to the spotted wren and the hawk-eyed guardian.