Duskfire Glacier But she'll bring out the best and the worst you can be

The glacier seemed to have snow all year, which likely came from just how much snow it accumulated in the winter. It was deeper than she remembered, and less stone showed through the snow than it had in the summertime. She'd never seen an avalanche before, but she could see the path of destruction that had been caused by avalanches in the past. Long pathways of snow that stemmed down from the glacier, cut the forest into spikes. Everything in an avalanche's path was flattened, leaving behind a wasteland of white. 

She was wondering exactly how fast the snow might go when she heard a sound that spooked her. Given her current train of thought, she immediately feared the deep, dark rumble might be the snow beginning to shift beneath her feet- until its ululations became familiar. Canine. She peered through the snow-speckled wind to see a dark shape. In a gap in the breeze, she saw familiar, cinnamon fur. 

"Quennell? What'awe you doing here?" She asked. She cracked half a smile and took a few steps in his direction. "Y'know I hunted with a packmate of youwath- did he bring you-" Another gust of wind cleared the snow that blurred her view of him. His stark expression caused her to halt in her tracks and stiffen.