Duskfire Glacier He doesn't look a thing like jesus

Lane turned as the Tatkret offered a nod to someone over her shoulder. Ah, Veteran. Here was her son, looking rather stormy, just as he always did whenever he caught his mother talking to stranger. With a tilt of her head, Lane silently invited the boy to her side. 

Turning back to Tuuluuwaq, she smiled knowingly. "There is a way you can help. You've arrived at the right time for us, Tuuluuwaq." Lane bent down and placed a few comfortingly licks on Veteran's head in an attempt to calm him. Strangers at the border always made him so antsy.

"A sickness is spreading through the caribou herd that sustains this pack. Our allies in Moonglow have come to aid us, and they're camped near the herd in the Sunset Valley." Lane lifted a paw to point northward. "Will you join us in culling the sick from the herd? We need as many able-bodied hunters as we can get." Lane looked to Tuuluuwaq expectantly.