Duskfire Glacier Tamiulupâ

A single green eye shifted to the side, to latch onto the dark figure approaching from the left. Issorartuyok. Ah, so he had returned! When he neared, calling out to her, she stood. Pulling herself up, away from the bone she had been working on, which already boasted a thin crack down the middle.

After a quick stretch of her spine, she came to meet him. A spring was in her step, likely due to the cold winter weather, which she loved. She shook out her platinum and fawn accented coat, particularly at it's best this time of year. "Issorartuyok. It is good to see you have returned." She saw no trace of the weariness he wore just moments before. Only the self assured pride he naturally exuded.

"Yes, thank you. I have kept busy in offering my support to Lane and the Glacier while you were away." She turned parallel with him, swinging her muzzle out close to the outermost raven fur. But she did not touch. Only sniffed, closely. Level with her hips, her tail swayed in the air loosely. "Tell me of your journey. Was it fruitful?"