Moonspear You are my summer

It was almost as if her nose tissues were frozen; the air was so cold she couldn't smell much of anything. However, the figure soon moved into clearer view and Wildfire experienced a momentary spell of bewilderment. How had Floki gotten down the mountain ahead of her when she'd left him sleeping just moments ago...? Then she saw the scars and she blinked, hard. This must be Tevinter. They really were identical, down to their sandy socks, though his markings definitely set him apart from his brother. Tevinter looked older for it, in a striking sort of way.

She felt a pang of guilt when she caught herself admiring him. Wildfire swallowed, shook her head ever so slightly, then forced herself to smile in response to his joke. "It's not stealing if I share it willingly," she said, taking a step back so she wasn't looming so possessively over the carcass. "Would you like a bite?" she asked, glancing at the sizable kill then back up at Floki's slightly shattered mirror image. "You're Tevinter, right? I'm Wildfire."