Duskfire Glacier A place that we both call disaster relief

He agreed, and she felt a small surge of pleasure as they landed on the same page. And then another voice was speaking, and interrupting them, and she turned to see a pale wolf heading their way.

Bronco, she spoke for the two, nodding toward her older companion, and I'm Blueberry. Who are you?

His scent was familiar. She let her nostrils flare, taking it in. She couldn't quite place it. For sure, it was reminiscent of the taiga they inhabited, but there was more. 

While she waited for someone else to speak, she tried to puzzle it out.