Duskfire Glacier the soldier's minute

founding thread ii. fast forwarding this a few days.

wintersbane is tired; and though the snow he's used to clean out his wound on and off from the landslide has helped it still throbs dully. it would heal, he knew ...and familiar enough by now with how deep it would have to be to scar that the tissue would scar when it mended. the sun was cresting over the glacier, dancing upon the thick ice like flames. for a moment, the sight is unwelcome and a shiver slithers down his spine as he's reminded of the meteor that crashed into the spear.

he pushes past it and keeps moving, grateful that duskfire carries with it no scent of claim. though this would not be his first attempt to claim land for himself and raise an empire from nothing ...wintersbane feels desperation and determination sink into him like claws. maybe, this time, he thinks, as he paces into the forested area, it would be enough.