Duskfire Glacier the soldier's minute

he hesitates for only a moment; but smoothes the worst of his worries. he know he's just jumpy from the events and that his hesitation wasn't by any means personal. please. wintersbane agrees, motioning her to come nearer. i've tried to clean it out with snow but — he wasn't that flexible and he was no medic, truth be told. thank you. he offers in a soft rasp. it was a kindness he has not expected to find but is immensely grateful nonetheless.

wintersbane does his best to hold still as she inspects the wound, ears cupping forth to catch her question. a pack. he clarifies. i've tried a few times over the years but ... this time feels different. he was desperate, he wanted a family. he wanted a stable home beneath his rule. third time's the charm, right? he tries for soft humor but knows that his heart really isn't in it right now. 'might settle this glacier, providing the resources check out. the territory certainly had beauty ...but beauty wasn't enough to provide sustainability for a pack.