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

The alpha, Ariadne, had led to a well stocked cache, rife with food and prey of all kinds. She didn’t want to appear greedy or desperate, so she simply took a chunk of venison. She thanked the kind woman for this food, and politely dug in. The taste of deer had almost been refreshing, something to take delight in. 

Meanwhile, as she ate, he, Valiant, spoke to Ariadne about an alter, then he noted that Raindrop hadn’t heard much about the moon villages. This was an understatement, as she knew nothing of the packs who resided along the coast. She shook her head briefly, showing her lack of knowledge, then she smiled, “I would be delighted to learn of you and your fellow Moon Packs histories and customs. I do enjoy learning new things.” She said with a wag of her tail, and the looked around, “I also wouldn’t mind exploring this glacier. The land is beautiful.”