Duskfire Glacier In the car outside

As if oblivious to the piercing winds, Qaniit waited patiently. Her excitement grew as she thought of what she might say when her brother showed up. She might tease him about keeping her waiting- or make some joking threat about coming to usurp the pack from whoever the leader was. She might just leap at him- the options were endless, really, but she enjoyed getting to plan her methods, and a smile began to creep onto her features. 

She'd chuckled slightly in spite of herself, thinking of the look of surprise she'd get from him, when she heard the crunch of paws in snow from behind her. Thinking her brother was playing a trick on her, she whirled around with a grin, ready to make a jovial remark- when she noticed that it was not her brother at all. Nor one of her sisters. 

This was a younger wolf, too young to have been one of her siblings, and with a pelt of cinnamon-fire. The wind bent her, kept her hunched- she could see the way the wind cut through her fur. "Here, come stand by me," She called out over the wind. Her voice was strong, but bouyant like the gale. She sniffed to try and catch the girl's scent- but the wind's wayward gusts made it nearly impossible. She thought she caught a whiff of sea air. To reiterate her invitation, she made a chuffing noise and gestured with a flick of her boxy muzzle. "I won't bitecha, don't worry," She chuckled.