Duskfire Glacier [m] grace, this is fucking birmingham

wintersbane holds an understanding that his way of thinking may not be for everyone — and probably looks rather horrible from the prospective that might see him as a potential mate. but ...he cannot — at this moment with the grief of moonspear still too fresh and horribly timed to shortly after he talked to kukutux about taking another wife — bring himself to change his mind; heart of stone as it was becoming.

wintersbane offers her a nod at her words. he has nothing left to say. it was a hard compromise to make and he walks the delicate line of not wanting her to feel like duskfire glacier was her prison. his condition was that the children know him but he had no qualms about raising them on his own if it came down to that line.

okay. he settles, stretching the stiffness from his freshly scarred leg; not sure what else to say.