Duskfire Glacier Like you imagined

Lane responded to the call dutifully, making her way toward Tuuluuwaq's position. Under normal circumstances, she would have been curious about what brought the hunter back into the packlands, but as it was she didn't even think to wonder until she was standing in front of the man. 

Her eyes cast over him dully. There would be no hint of her usual, humored spark. She would look older, tired, and defeated. 

Her gaze landed on his injury, and she sucked air through her teeth to make a sympathetic noise. "Ouch. You took a spill," she noted. "But I should see the other guy, right?" Ah, there it was-- her apparently indomitable sense of humor. The barest glimmer of amusement flickered across her expression.