Duskfire Glacier sorrow by name and sorrow by nature

When he found his way to the glacier, the temperature colder the further he’d gone in, he’d noticed a scent that was unmistakably familiar. Even if it had been months since he crossed the path of his younger sister, but it was there, even if it was faint. Gavriel clung to it, trying to find the way he led before he managed to get a little turned around and losing it entirely. With a huff of defeat, he settled back on his haunches and glanced upward at the dark sky. The thought to call for the woman lingered in the back of his mind but afraid to scare her further away remained. Surprising her wasn’t something he desire. If she were ready to take the helm again, she would have returned, that he hadn’t prepared himself for any other option.

It was a night he’d been able to successfully wrangle both @Vercingetorix and @Seregrýnn to stay put for the night long enough for him to expand his search. He knew he couldn’t count on either one of them to obey him and so he turned to return back to where they’d called camp that night with what he’d come across and how close they were.

@Gyda.