Blacktail Deer Plateau when Camelot went down in flames

Having given up her search, Lane slouched upon the grasses of the plateau, the absolute picture of dejection. She'd covered the plateau from top to bottom. Kigipigik wasn't here. Her future pack wasn't here. What could have happened? The last time she'd spoken to Kigipigik, things seemed to be going so well. He said that the pack was growing, and it would be all ready for Lane to join when the time was right for her. 

Well, Kigipigik, the time was just about right! Or so she had thought. Truly, the idea of the handsome, robust northerner waiting here for her with her new pack had been a cheering one, and it was the only thing that had gotten her through the last few moons in Duskfire Glacier. That, and her kids of course. They were more than worth all the trouble, or so she would keep telling herself. 

Lane flopped onto her side, staring listlessly up into the cloudy, afternoon sky. She imagined that each of the fluffy white clouds was a wolf-- one of the wolves she'd expected to greet her upon her arrival. What would their names be? Lardpuff, Cottontail.. and the largest was Kigipigik, of course, chest swelling with pride and heaving from the effort of chasing down his latest kill...