Duskfire Glacier And to my word now I'll be true

She follows him in silence, watching the landscape change around them. Her thick coat is suited to the chill in the air, but she thinks with some amusement that she'll be rather out of place among Siarut's pale-furred family members. His words interrupt these thoughts; maybe the meaning behind his invitation is not so ambiguous after all. She glances to the pale man first, listening as he speaks in his own tongue, but a moment later her gaze turns to the land before them.
It's beautiful, She says quietly, letting a few moments pass in silence. What did you say? The yearling inquires delicately after some silence; if this is home, she'll need to learn the language. Or at least try. Suddenly she's painfully aware of the gravity of this decision, perhaps made a little too impulsively. But she won't back out now— she's intrigued, and right now she has nothing else but the ghosts of her past.