Duskfire Glacier What we aint got

Rye's voice filled the air, and Lane went running. It didn't matter that it was raining, or that she's had every intention of spending the rest of the afternoon snugly tucked away in Greyfall Caverns with Wayfarer, quizzing her on traveling herbs. Lane ran for him because Wintersbane and Tzila were dead, and he was the only one who could even come close to understanding what that meant to her. 

When he came into view standing beside a wolf with ivory-and-russet markings, Lane's heart would leap into her throat. Imaq! She let loose several joyful barks. She ran harder, and the rain and wind picked up and she neared. 

When she was close enough to see that the other wolf was not Imaq, Lane slowed her pace. Realization and intense disappointment rushed over her immediately. As she approached, the emotions she wore were a heartbreaking mixture of relief, pain and defeat.

She cruised past the stranger without even a glance. It was irrational of her to blame the woman, but Lane was seething with anger at her for the simple fact that she wasn't Imaq and she should have been. Lane needed her to be Imaq, and she wasn't. So Lane ignored her, because she didn't trust herself to speak to the woman without screaming at her to go away.  

Tears stung in Lane's eyes as she swiftly embraced Rye. "We need to stop meeting like this," she whispered, joking despite her tears. Would Rye recall the last time they embraced in the rain, with tears running down Lane's face?