Duskfire Glacier the soldier's minute

guilt twists within the tundrian's chest as she apologizes. it is free territory, for now. he has set impulsive designs on settling it, somehow more determined ( though perhaps it is the earlier desperation he felt ) than ever before. losing home after home after home would do that, wintersbane decides. and i don't mind the company. he shifts his weight again, wincing slightly. he is not keen on showing weakness in the presence of strangers but it's not as if he has a choice. 

i'm usually much better company, a ghost of a smile flickers across his scarred muzzle. it's been a rough few days. he admits offering his introduction in the next breath, i'm wintersbane.