Shimmering Sands whale's way

I’d like that, he said of visiting Sapphique. Fjall was interested in life lived oceanside, and he was sure the seawolves could give him a grand perspective of such a thing. It seemed difficult, if he thought about it, so he also imagined that the wolves there were very hardy if not entirely different from those who lived in the mountains or woodlands.

As their conversation shifted to learning more of Ariadne’s language, the boy made a thoughtful face she could not see. Umm… I mostly know words for relatives, he chuckled a little. I do not know much else. I speak best in this tongue and in the native language of my amil, from the Land of Many Elms. Do you know it? Hers was a rare tongue. He wouldn’t be surprised if Ariadne was not familiar with it.

Storing the new word away in his memory bank, Fjall’s tail wagged beside her at the suggestions that they should collect winter herbs. That would be easy for him to do, and it could be just as welcome as hunting for a pack only starting. I am sure she will be happy to receive such gifts from us, he praised. But he was curious too! Who is Mother Tooteega? Why is this a sacred time?