Bitterroot Valley she had been forced into prudence in her youth,

The shepherd's cracked gaze sparked with intrigue at Mahler's words, not having yet met any of the Glacier's allies. She committed the silvering man's scent to her memory as she breathed it in again, thinking she might recognize it if she ever went to visit the 'wood wolves for any reason. "Piujuk katimak ipvit," the halfbreed lilted in response, finding that she did not know the words in his tongue and her own came easily in his presence -- even if Seelie knew he likely wouldn't understand. 

"Imaq is 'woman-who-hunts.'" she told him by way of answer, grinning impishly. "In Nunaat, Imaq hunt for seal at aglos." Her aquamarines flickered briefly back towards the direction she had come to call home. "Imaq hunt for Glacier now -- Rivenwood too." Her gilded crown dipped with the last words, both a reference to the possible hunt they were about to take part in and an offer for the future.

Piujuk katimak ipvit: 'Good meeting you.'
aglos: 'seal holes in the ice.'