Duskfire Glacier Like you imagined

Lane knew that he was right. Of course Tzila's boys could not be judged too harshly by actions and words which were driven by grief. 

"That does not sound like a leader I would respect," Tuuluuwaq noted, and Lane frowned. Even though it was her words that had inspired this conclusion, she was surprised by the defensiveness that welled inside her. Wintersbane had been respected, and he was absolutely worthy of that respect! She hadn't meant to indicate otherwise. Her words were coming out all wrong. They had with Arius, and now they had again with Tuuluuwaq. She was starting to see why Wintersbane had been so taciturn; the more words that were spoken, the more easily they could be twisted and reframed. 

The conversation drifted to more comfortable topics, and Lane was relieved to hear Tuuluuwaq agree to mentor Ensio-- or at least try his hardest to do so. 

He pressed her once more to identify what she needed. It was the first time she'd been asked this question since her packmates' deaths, and the man's sincere smile and soulful, chocolate eyes inspired a stirring in Lane's heart. 

"Oh-- honestly, this," Lane admitted with a small laugh. Tuuluuwaq's poultice had dried satisfactorily upon his wound, and there was really no reason for him to linger, other than to be receptive as Lane unburdened herself. And she appreciated it. "Thanks for listening. You don't have to stay any longer; I didn't mean to hold you captive." The edge of her mouth quirked. 

Even as she dismissed him, some conflicting emotion within her sought to hold him here with her. "You know, you're really different from your brother," she remarked, attempting to keep him engaged in conversation.