Duskfire Glacier Equivalence

"You are going where I take you, since you chose to follow without asking first," the brute replied languidly, being obstinate if only because the young male obviously needed some home training— and some sense of wariness. It would seem his nervousness did not stop him from being stupid. Were he a snakier wolf, this could be the last time Esaro was ever seen again. And whoever had sent him out here to challenge whatever wild wolf he came across, certainly wouldn't miss him.

"Esaro, from whatever pack," he said to himself, not admitting that he knew he was a Phoenix wolf if only because he did not like assumptions made of himself. "I am Warbone, from Sleeping Dragon." He talked slow, purposefully, each word enunciated and every syllable like water. His pace was slow too, and they made an unhurried beeline for the plateau he knew of. Arriving, he stepped out into the open space, and turned to face Esaro. "Well?" he snapped after a long silence, watching the boy expectantly.

He had come for a fight, hadn't he?