Duskfire Glacier it's been a long season through

A man appeared, whom Lane presumed to be the leader. He had responded to Iana's summons, after all. 

His hackles raised-- reflexively, it would seem-- as his expression and tone betrayed not anger nor aggression, but curiosity. Lane was not concerned. Such a reaction was to be expected; Lane had not howled at the border, after all. He would have had no way of knowing that Iana had admitted a stranger into the territory. 

Lane stood by silently, allowing Iana to introduce her. Her amber eyes lingered upon the man's chiseled face, tracing the lines of his scarring across his glacial eye, over his muzzle, and down his throat. His voice seemed to be overtaxed in producing even soft intonations, and the medic assumed that the marring on the outside reflected similar damage to the inside.

"...she comes to us from the same events that sent you here..."

Lane's eyes sparked with curiosity. Iana had failed to mentioned that her Alpha had been directly impacted by the.. well, by the impact. Was he Moonspear, then? Was he aware that his former packmates lived on in Moonglow? It seemed unlikely, given that he had trekked all the way out here to found a pack himself. 

Lane realized that Iana was watching her, presumably waiting for her to speak. 

"Ah.. I was a new recruit in Firefly Glen, at the time of the..." You know, at the time of the thing. The big bad thing. Lane trailed off with a small shake of her head, and her brow furrowed. She would keep talking if they asked her questions, but honestly, she was much more interested in hearing the obsidian leader's story. She would settle for even just his name. Who was he?