Phoenix Maplewood maybe I can drown

The wolfdog's ears half-rise in curiosity as her gaze of lagoon waters flickers over to him, flitting away when it meets his own of winter sky. The word itself was not one she knew as of yet but she understood when Wintersbane explained further, sweeping his inky muzzle in gesture towards a place unseen -- to his own Kalaallit, where they were colonizing upon an iluliaq. The golden piebald considered a moment, wondering as she had with Rowan if the man beside her was trustworthy enough to follow to an unknown location -- a bit ironic considering that was what she was doing at that very moment. 

In the end, the cur reasoned that if the silvered leviathan was inclined to hurt her, we would have done so already. And Imaq reckoned she could outrun him pretty quickly given his bum leg -- try as he might to seem nonchalant, she could see that it bothered him a bit. Ever polite, the gilded dove refrained from showing any inclination that she noticed him favoring his scorched leg, allowing him to save face if he felt the need to do so. "Imaq help?" She asked simply, ears pricking alertly in wait of his response. The chances of her finding her way back to the Daedric woods was highly unlikely and it wasn't like she had anywhere else to go -- besides, Wintersbane seemed nice enough. 

"Jah," she answered again, dipping her head in affirmation, knowing already that it was longshot that he spoke the tongue of a people from across the sea.