Such an odd title is met with a charmed grin, a harsh wag of her tail before she forced her hind into the snowfall. Less she start prancing around like a caribou, and less she forget her manners completely. Sat astride him, she gave the smallest bow her of head—perhaps to hide the smile that brings an ache to her cheeks.
It is good to cross paths, Yaalk'ali. I am Ïkikta.After a misty breath, she found herself unable to refrain from asking;
What band do you hunt with?
And naturally, if his answer was favorable, she'd be inclined to ask do you march with them?

"common" • "lanzadoii"