Duskfire Glacier platzwunde

The history stretched back far enough to have a different name, or simply they went by multiple names? Iana still had much to learn about those who lived in these vast lands. Not that she had traveled much beyond the glacier after she swept Wintersbane (or was it the other way around?) into her medical care.

It sounds homey. Warmth in her hushed voice for it. A home with his own children. She often dreamed of such, as aging wolves were prone to do, and it was comforting to know such a thing was out there. Even if it was not her own.

Mind my curiosity... She trailed off lazily before she stole a longer look at his rugged face. Might you have a medic amongst you? I hold hopes of finding someone who might have more than I can find here and would not mind lending some. Then she realizes how that makes her sound. Selfish, a thief. In an exchange, of course. Hastily tacked on.