Duskfire Glacier In the car outside

The news of her brother's place leading the pack came to her as a pleasant surprise and merited a proud chuff from Qaniit. It was well within his nature to be a leader, and well within hers to be happy for him. "Yah? Well- good for him. Hope he's not being too stiff. He can be a bit stiff sometimes," She chuckled, her gaze eyeing Lane's fearures for any sign of a knowing smile. She knew her brother to be kind- but fairly formal as well. 

She followed along, keeping pace with the young, brine-scented wolf so she could continue to act as somewhat of a barrier against the wind, occasionally switching sides when the wind changed. Fortunately, shelter wasn't too far away, and they shuffled into the mouth of what appeared to be a natural cave. 

Mireille introduced herself and Qaniit realized only then that she hadn't said a word until now. She hadn't expected to hear such a striking accent. Her curiosity turned to concern, though, when she was informed that Mireille had not originally been travelling alone. "Where are the others now? Did you get separated?" She asked. If the others were as young as Mireille, and also out on their own in such wicked winds, it would be harder for them to reconnect. Qaniit knew very well how dangerous a whiteout could be.