Duskfire Glacier Sunnguvuk

heda looked up sharply at issorartuyok. his voice was kind, figure commanding. he reminded her a good deal of mahler in bearing if not in looks. "yes," she said meekly, tail swaying to life. "i would like that."
she fell into step at his side, glancing toward the duskfire man again. "what would have happened to me if i was a grown-up and came over the markings?" the rivenwood girl asked despite the potential severity of the response.