Porcupine Ridge Greenland fisheries.

Now that they were nearer to each other—and her eyes had properly adjusted to the dark—it struck her that this man was rather ruggedly beautiful. So when his lips parted to say her own name with familiarity, her eyebrows crawled up her face. Then he titled himself Ruenna's husband and they flew clean off.

Well, well, well, Rue. Got damn, she thought with a smirk, thinking briefly of one of their last conversations before the disband. Towhee outright snorted when she caught herself wondering if Ruenna would mind sharing this one with her, per a joke she'd made at the time. How had she never mentioned he was like the Viggo Mortensen of wolves?

Belatedly, she realized she should probably offer some kind of verbal response. "I've heard a lot about you, Germanicus. Good to finally meet you. And, um, congrats on the nups." So her friend had gotten him to settle down, after all. Okay, seriously... good for you, Rue.

Towhee blinked a couple times then, remembering the other things he'd said. "Canyon? Mereo?" she repeated, a little dumbly, her questioning gaze and slightly cocked head requesting more information.