Duskfire Glacier and the prey always believe

Just a few short hours after her invitation into Duskfire Glacier, Lane found herself alone. She had reluctantly departed the warmth of Iana's company when it became apparent that the busy caregiver's talents were required elsewhere. Lane didn't mind; in all her lonely travels she had become rather adept at showing herself around. 

The glacier had proven to be much more than first met the eye. Lane never would have imagined that she would find a field of lavender here, for instance, and where lavender grew there were surely other herbs to be found as well. There were few plants that bloomed early, dotting the scenery with purple and releasing their soothing fragrance across the meadow. Lane wondered idly if Iana might like a few lavender sprigs to decorate her medicine den. Lavender was thought to alleviate anxiety, which might be helpful to any patients or worried loved ones. Lane had found that it also did well covering up the more offensive odors that occasionally permeated even the most well-kept medicine den.

As she walked and contemplated, a stout, rather fluffy behind came into view ahead. She woofed a friendly greeting. Perhaps this was one of the other caregivers Iana had mentioned?