Duskfire Glacier with fists like atom bombs

The answer came shortly after, laced with the sharpness of retort. Nobody. Lily narrowed her eyes, not finding it funny in the least. She had never been here before, and felt incredibly uncomfortable. It had been different in the Sunspires, and it was different at Broken Boulder. Those places, those caverns, had been filled with wolves she knew. Now she was alone with a stranger. Friend or foe?

She could leave, but she feared turning her back on someone that could easily ambush her in the dark. Lily was no fighter; she would be utterly helpless if he chose to attack. Swallowing, she mustered up the courage to soldier on, heading toward the sound of rushing water and hoping--hoping--she didn't inadvertently careen into the man.

Light suddenly broke as she reached another mouth, and she saw him by a pool, fed by a waterfall, gleaming and pristine. He was cloaked in a pelt of browns and reds, and his bright eyes glinted like gems. She remained at the entrance, her own orange gaze the only visible thing in the yawning darkness, her ebony pelt camouflaged well.

"Nobody, eh?" she asked, her voice slightly tremulous. A small smile flitted on her mouth. "What is this place?"