Duskfire Glacier and the prey always believe

Imaq blinked modest aquamarines in the woman of woodland plumage's direction, lips quirking in a nervous tic as the woman stepped forward to sniff at her uncertainly. It was not such a foreign reaction to the she-shepherd but one that caused her stomach to coil with tension nonetheless. Her tulip auds of speckled buttermilk drifted back as the mixed breed bowed in a vaguely submissive gesture, smacking her paws lightly against the earth in a gesture that echoed with playfulness.

Hoping she could put the fawn-pelted fae at ease with body language if not verbal communication, the dove straightened to listen to the sudden stream of words with alert, pricked ears. 

"Ah, aya, Imaq... caregiver," Selkie tested this new title, savouring it -- trying to determine if it fit her, a dog amongst wolves. "Ânniasiutik," the merle added softly, "ah... medicine woman." 

"Iana, too," Tupilak tacked on, perhaps needlessly seeing as Lane appeared to already have met the spry piebald.