Duskfire Glacier usurped

aw but maybe @Rose?

He didn't feel the cold, not anymore, not when his heart was frozen solid, not when he didn't feel anything anymore. Hawthorn wasn't stupid - he was far from stupid - and he knew that life here would never be the same anymore, he knew that he wasn't going to like it here. The boy felt a deep, bitter feeling in his gut, the sick knowing that he wasn't going to belong here. Standing by the borders of the newly claimed territory, he exhaled sharply, observing detachedly the smoky vapour that appeared to be his breath.

He wanted to leave, but he knew he wasn't going to survive out there. Self-preservation still won out above all else, and despite all he felt, Hawthorn bitterly agreed to himself that staying here for now was the best decision he could make. That didn't prevent him from stepping over the borders, pausing, then crossing them completely though. A few metres away, the boy stood, a dark shadow against the bright, blinding white of the snow. Silent, unmoving, a ghost.