Duskfire Glacier You can run on for a long time

stuck, stuck, his brain is stuck, even as he'd made his way back to the glacier in a dizzy haze, even as he realises distantly oh, that was reckless and there will be a next time and ronnie. but the ice and chill is sobering, sobering enough that he can push down the urgent prickle of his skin demanding more, and he pushes deeper into the territory, looking for more burning cold to drive away the urge to go find ronnie again and his bewitching poppy and beady eyes. 

samothes is outright shivering as he nears the grotto. shivering is good. the immediacy of it keeps him grounded -- and oh, there's someone else here, nice and cozy in the ice. he could stay here. he could forget about ronnie. he could establish himself, do better than he'd done in the creek. thinking of this he chuffs low, greeting the northerner (he assumes its one of them, anyway) as he draws close, not quite entering the grotto itself yet.