Moonsong Glacier i've seen death and mass destruction

The other wolf greeted him, and that was enough for Kaertok. I’m seeking a wolf. She used to live on the coast with a pack called Rusalka. Do you know of them or where they went? he asked. It was a simple enough question, but he was prepared to hear nothing in return. His search would be long and arduous, but it was the only thing he could think to do. It felt right.

The misty air around them clung to the white wolf’s coat, making it shimmer with what little light reached him. He blinked, wondering what sort of life this stranger had led up until this point. Kaertok knew these wilds were full of wolves who had been born here, and those that had come from far away. He had been born here himself, though most of his time had been spent with the Tartok lot.