Duskfire Glacier light

Lane would answer the call in time, pulling herself away from Druid's sickbed to check out the situation at the border. It seemed like an odd thing, that normal occurrences such a border-calls would still take place with regularity, even when it seemed like the whole world was falling apart. 

"Hi," she greeted the stranger with rather weary wave of her tail. "I'm Lane. This is Duskfire Glacier." She tipped her muzzle in the direction of the looming wall of ice. She looked expectantly to the stranger. The woman had stormy silver pelt, and an earthen gaze. She looked young-- maybe Meerkat's age?