Whitebark Stream I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors

Helpful was not something she was used to being, outside the context of her occupation as a medic. Lane swung her tail, and it skimmed over the surface of the water. 

"Sure," Lane returned. She was planning a trip down to Redhawk Caldera soon, but if she wasn't at the Glacier to receive Tatkret when he arrived, she was optimistic that he would still be there when she got back. He seemed like the sort that would be right at home on the Glacier. 

"I'm glad you had a sec," she spoke after a pause, a facetious smile tugging at her expression.