Alpine Lake And then walk until our feet are torn

She challenged his words. He stood stoic, unmoving and unfazed by her bravado. Words meant nothing to a battle born brute, show and tell was the true way of being deemed strong or weak. But there was one thing he didn't see, one thing that was blind to for the time being until proven - she was brave, stupidly so perhaps, but brave none the less. To travel the blinding snow and then speak to a stranger much larger than her, who was obviously at home in the wintery hell scape.

Is that so. He questioned, a verbal challenge with no tone. A blatant questioning with no sarcasm or emotion behind his voice other than a dull curiosity. For someone so slender, to think they could stand up against him - a brute bred and fed to bleed and fight; it was a joke. If she was capable, he was curious to test out her bravado, to prove him wrong and teach him a lesson. He stood his ground, unmoving, his broad skull only moving an inch closer, leaning over his own shoulders.

Cold liquid gold, glazed over with a shimmering light. In my family we prove our worth. Are you simply all talk or do you have some strength under those bones of yours.