Moonsong Glacier or at the altar, standing thin as the air

The traveling had become second nature for Raindrop, as she’d done it for many months since early in the year, when she was dropped off in this, at the time, new place. But being that she had gone from the Coast, to the Flatlands, she was somewhat familiar with the terrain, despite the snowfall.

Having company always did make long trips seem much more exciting. Someone to talk to besides oneself. As the neared the Moon pack, he filled her in on who the Alpha was, the neighboring packs and their alphas, and the death of an unnamed woman. “Wow, seems like a family affair.” She spoke lightly, with a smile accompanying her words, but the smile faded in respect for the fallen. “I’m so sorry.” 

Throughout the trip, he, Valiant, carried with him a package of some sort. Perhaps a gift, she assumed? 

They neared a mountain side, and she followed close behind him, however, she’d gotten somewhat accustomed to climbing. As soon as the reached the top, they were face to face with Ariadne, a very beautiful wolf. Raindrop lowered her head in respect, and gave a wag of her tail as she introduced herself: “You must be the Alpha, Ariadne. I am Raindrop, and it is an honor to meet you.”