Duskfire Glacier I'm living someone else's life

The woman felt a shiver creep along her spine, gaze moving from his as the smile slipped slightly -- certain she'd seen a spark of something like the emotion she'd once spotted in Taikon's eyes. The medicine woman didn't quite stop at first, instead shifting on her paws flightily as if ready to flee or at the very least keep moving if the man proved unfriendly. 

Surprised, she glanced to the archer -- his pelt like that of a snow-blanketed wood -- when he greeted her, cordially enough though it seemed somewhat forced as if he didn't truly wish to speak with her. Still, he had spoken and the polite thing to do would be to answer. "Hello," Imaq returned. "I-Imaq, " she stuttered softly, for some reason feeling embarrassed about her inability to speak common fluently in the woodlander's presence.