Lone Star Mountain you fracture light again

A glimpse of a ghostly body appeared above her, slightly shrouded by the oncoming weather, and a shriek of profanity dropped down from the mountain top. Fearing the worst, the red she-wolf had raced to the top, scrambling over loose rocks to get to the disembodied voice in hopes she could use some of her training as a Middleman of her pack. It would surely come in handy should there be any injuries.

Something brown in color had drifted down past her on the wind. It had come from the direction of the scream; she turned around to grab it, just in case it could be of use, or at the very least to return it back to its owner. Clutching it in her jaws, she continued to brave upwards into the flurry, only dropping it to quickly call out for who might be there. She did not hear a response, though, and continue her search. 

A disturbance at the entrance of a nearby cave signaled a possible flee from the coming snowstorm. Grabbing the furs, she trudged past the winds and flurries, ducking into the cave. Her crystalline eyes adjusted to the darkness of the cave housing what looked, and smelled, to be a female wolf that reminisced the snow that began its rage outside. Hopefully this was who she had seen and the owner of the furs in her mouth.

She dropped it, not wanting to have garbled speech as she address the girl. “Hello, I’m sorry to barge in, but I was just down below and heard a shriek, found this fur on the way up…are you well? Do you need any healing? I’m Reina, by the way, of Hearthwood at the base of these mountains.”