Duskfire Glacier love will always be a lesson

In the darkness of the shadow, in the night that he has not bothered with there lay a woman in wait. Her eyes seem to glow a brilliant cyan, cutting through the gloom like a knife slices through flesh, teeth through soft, vulnerable underside. They track his progress, strong, steely and ever-focused, the slender wolf that held them quietly observing. The wind that blows brings his scent towards her and she breathes it in, chest expanding imperceptibly, nostrils flaring. 

She waits in the dark - waits for him to find her, and a glint of snow-white teeth manages to show through the dark.