Blacktail Deer Plateau pasiaktuk

A third? Lane took his questioning tone as her invitation to reveal her little tidbit. 

"Yep. The first time was back at the glacier, during the blizzard. We never got to talk, but you helped me.. It was you, right?" Admittedly, the dirty blonde, scarred wolf standing before her looked quite a bit different from her memory of her spirit guide from that snowy day. It was that low, booming voice that was unmistakable. 

Lane laughed after he asked his question. "Nothing like it," she commented, referring to the taste of pig. "But actually, I was curious about how you were coming along with your pack, you and.. uh.." Damn it, what was that Blacktail woman's name? Had Lane ever known? 

"Okay, I suck at names," she conceded, "I don't remember hers, and I don't remember yours." Lane's smile took on a bit of a sheepish look.