Duskfire Glacier don't build my cities with what could get taken back

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the shadow moved near, and she watched his approach carefully. when he paused in his step did she pull careful details from him (as she'd determined the shadow to be) at last, twin dying sunsets cast into sharply drawn face, short furred and lean. he greets her with a friendliness that doesn't seem to come entirely easily, yet sincere. 

"hello." she echoes his greeting, tail resuming its waving at her hocks, wind-touched fur given a stiff shake. she is curious, and moves past any small talk that might present itself with a question. "do you claim this glacier?" the scents here are thick, in places, and old scents seem overlayed with fresh ones, indicating some have lingered here for a while.