Duskfire Glacier with fists like atom bombs

vilkas's ears cup forth and stand, alert, as he detects a secondary sound over the cascading water despite as it grows louder the further into the cavern he ventures. footfalls. not heavy enough to be a bear — the cavern had not held the musk of any sort of ursid at the mouth and it was doubtful that one would suddenly decide to make it a haunt at the exact same time that vilkas had decided to make it his ( temporary ) haunt. no, these footfalls were much lighter but far from light enough to be a stray, lost ungulate either.

the rust and copper whitemane stops, presses against the cold and rough wall of the cavern slimy with condensation that dripped from the stalactites overhead and levels a look over his shoulder, seaweed colored gaze assessing the darkness as the wispy hairs at his nape bristle and his upper lip curls back over his teeth. it's a fruitless gesture — for while his fur color, brightest of his siblings, does not blend in with the shadows all that well he is still, more or less, swallowed by the cavern's darkness enough that the physical detail of it would no doubt be lost.

the cave is musty and its odor could almost be described as pungent: of moss and crude, wet stone but over those, as the stranger draws nearer, he detects the scent of another wolf. female. her scent laced with the scent of others. a pack wolf, certainly. she is the first to brave breaking the silence that exists between them and it becomes hard, abruptly, for vilkas to determine how close or far away she was from him as her voice echoes off the cave walls. "nobody." the nord replies, sneering in the darkness at his own joke. the story of odysseus and polyphemus was not of his own culture but vilkas could not pass up the opportunity while it was there.

he moves abruptly, pushing off the wall and ventures further in, heading towards the waterfall below and the light that illuminates the cavern ...where he would be his most lethal ...if lethal force was necessary. he had yet to deduce if she was a threat or not and his instinct was to draw her into open ground and out of the shadows. he turns towards the incline as he steps off of it, stepping into the light, moving around the waterfall's pool waiting to see if she followed or retreated.