Duskfire Glacier find me where Cernunnos makes his revelry

@Iosef maybe ?

It had taken her a day to return to the glacier, hindleg dead weight as she ascended to Darukaal's border. There was no doubt it was broken, but what had her heart racing was the question of how badly. 

Heaving herself up against a thick pine, yellow eyes turned to inspect the limb. It stuck out twisted from her body, ankle twice the size of usual and when her nose brushed the skin it burned hot to the touch. Feverish.

By now her breath came in heaving gasps, pain and exhaustion cumulating in a rising panic that Satori willed down. She must stay calm. For Faust, Lousine, whomever was near, a sharp howl beaconed her location.

a howl, a song he didn't know. it rang through the wind, cutting above it's own cry. it made his lip curl in disdain—these rogues were getting brazen. but it wouldn't matter; he'd bring their heads back to place on pikes. 

what he found however, was a pitiful woman that smelled faintly of faust. he towered above her, his figure shadowed by the snow, until he revealed himself with a sneer. she was weak, and that leg looked worse for wear. 

she wouldn't make it. why would faust allow a weakling like her to walk among the rest? 

why should he show any mercy? 

he bides his time, for now. she will keep her head, lest faust tells him otherwise. "why do you come here, слабак?"" he demanded.

Someone came, but it was not Faust. Not Lousine, though as the stranger revealed himself she almost wished it was. He was a giant, flaunting his strength as the glacier men often did, though the scent that clung to him marked him as one of their own. A newcomer; a pity, that this was how they met.

"I live here," she spits, temper simmering. The nerve! Several deep breaths had the druid regain composure, searching for an ounce of understanding in the oaf's face. "You would do well to help me, or are you above such things as common decency."

her spitfire is met with a deep, bellowing laugh, and yet its humorless. she calls darukaal home? she looks to be nothing but a чертова мышь. puny and broken. he wonders if she'd crush beneath his weight like a mouse would, too. 

it was not his place to judge faust and his taste in women—if he enjoyed damsels in distress, than that was his business. but it irked him, knowing he'd allow such weakness in darukaal. the woman was stupid enough to wind up with a broken limb. there was no telling what she'd get up to later down the line. 

"you слабый. weak. small. glacier will chew you up and leave your bones to rot." he spat, his tail lashing, revealing his thinning patience. if it were up to him, he'd rip that useless leg off and keep it as a chew toy.

he sucks at his teeth. alas, it isn't his decision. "how you end up broken?" he asked. maybe after she told him, he'd help. or maybe he'd leave her here to wither away.

Ears pinned as laughter ricocheted through the trees. He was right; she was weak here. Amongst the men, she stood out like a sore thumb. "Faust will have your head if he finds you left me here to die." An exaggeration, perhaps, but Satori knew it granted her the best chance of survival.

The newcomer asked of her accident. "The eastern forest. Caves, plenty of them - under the ice. Some you can't even see until it's too late." Her patience too was waning, shame coupled with the need to inform the pack of the hazardous terrain. 

"I need to get to my den." Steeling herself, the druid staggered to her feet. If he would not help, then so be it. She would drag herself there alone.

his lips curl into a humorless, toothy grin. one that violence typically followed. "faust is not here, yes? i could leave you to rot." or better yet, he could take her head. not the rogue he'd been hoping before, but perhaps it'd be a trophy to keep to himself. 

but, she is right. if this is faust's whore, he wouldn't touch her. even though the woman was stupid enough to go cave exploring and get herself injured.

with a roll of broad shoulders, he grumbled. moving to the tiny woman's side, crouching just enough to catch her before she stumbled back to the ground. "do not move," he growled. his patience was already waning—he wasn't a fucking search and rescue. 

he saddled himself against her side, his shadow nearly enveloping her whole. he crouched lower, his ears pinned with annoyance. "get on my back, or i leave you here." it wasn't an invitation, but a demand.

I could leave you here to rot.

Satori considered it humourlessly for a moment. At least then she would not have to deal with his brazen attitude. But he relented, eventually, and she hobbled quickly to drape herself over his spine like a furry sack of potatoes.

"Thank you," and while it is genuine, her cheeks burn. This was the second time in the span of less than 24 hours she'd been reliant on a man to save her skin, and Satori despised the blow it had to her independence. "Go west, I'll guide you. And don't mention this to Faust, would you?" She didn't want him fretting again!

the woman's weight atop him is slight, as if she weighed nothing more than a feather. iosef would merely grunt and rumble with displeasure as she spoke. once she was settled, he'd begin the march back home. 

"why no tell faust?" he demanded. a soldier was not to withhold information from his general—why should she expect him to go against that unspoken rule? perhaps it was her own embarrassment, or maybe she feared consequences.