Duskfire Glacier i'm just a guy with a boomerang

In need of some fresh air, Lilia headed for the Glacier which always seemed to provide her with some sense of solace. She believed it was where she had been born, as the scent of ice was deeply familiar to the girl who had no memory of her earliest life. In her mind, she concocted stories where she painted her parents in many roles. Perhaps they had been negligent, and had simply wandered off. Perhaps they had had to fight off another predator, and had been killed. Perhaps her mother had been seduced by another man, and out of spite, her father abandoned them all. Perhaps her father had become insane, and her mother had had to fight to the death to keep the children from being slaughtered. Morbidly, she liked this one the best; the story where she was the only survivor. 

There would be no sign of them on the Glacier, as it was not, in fact, where she had been born- but she looked, nonetheless, for signs of a skeleton- something that might be a clue, or help her animate her story better. But rather than finding a skeleton, she found the form of a wolf trudging toward the glacier in the distance. Upwind of the injured fellow, she didn't take notice of him, even as he'd begun to track the man with the wildfire pelt the same way she had. 

He looked downtrodden- which meant he might be influenced easily enough. Possibly about her age, too? Not bad looking, she thought, though she felt slightly ashamed to think such a thing when she already vied for the attention of others. Still- this could be totally harmless- plus, he certainly looked like he could use some company. 

"You," She called out softly, as she approached. She bore a light grin, and allowed her tail to wave gently so he might not be so spooked by being approached by a stranger. "Look like you could uthe a bit of an adventure."