Duskfire Glacier everything after, nothing

a terse smile tugs at the corners of wintersbane's lips; morphing into something more assuring as he looks back to imaq. it's ok, wintersbane says. it's been some time now. a year? maybe two. eventually, time had begun to blur. one year felt like three. knowing he turned four earlier this month left him with the feeling that he has already lived several lifetimes. time has eased the pain. but the wound still remains; as it always would. it is the driving force behind his current status against taking another mate; despite that the old saying went 'third time is the charm'.

thank you. wintersbane offers her with a small dip of his head and a silent invitation to keep assisting him with the patrol or split up, if she so desired.

seems like this might be a good place to wrap. feel free to either archive as is or with your post! <3