Duskfire Glacier everything after, nothing

Imaq listened silently, finding herself nodding absently -- with subconscious approval -- after his words had concluded. She felt a small rush of relief, in truth. Seelie had suspected that customs were different here but it was mitigating to hear that she would not be traded like furs or meat, that the chieftain of nightsky didn't plan to arrange marriages for her or Iana as a leader might in her homeland. Simple was good -- promising. Imaq had never known what it was like to just exist, be herself. Perhaps she could with the wolves of the Glacier.

The news that Wintersbane planned to sire pups was not entirely surprising, though the shaman did feel her brows lift a tic. "Iana?" She dared to ask, albeit hesitantly, since she had seen no other women around their pack as of yet. Perhaps he meant to find a woman beyond their borders instead.