Duskfire Glacier where do you go? oh, where do you stay?

Imaq gave a feather-soft chuckle at the other piebald's enthusiasm, standing and giving a little shake of her fluffy pelt to free the powdering of snow she'd accumulated. The wolfdog gestured for her fellow healer to stand as well, beckoning with her spotted muzzle as she pranced back a few paces to stand beneath the light of the moon and its accompanying ribbons of borealis. 

When Iana had joined her, the Waterwitch slowly began to weave and twist -- paws whispering a silent tune as her body began to wave with the undulating lights in a strange rhythm. Never once did her paws trace the same pattern, fluid and ever-changing like the lights in the sky.