Duskfire Glacier Harder to leave him now

great one — the title leaves wintersbane with a soft breath of amusement that does not leave him. instead, it lingers in his lungs, fluttering like a caged butterfly before dissipating. great? hardly. it is a flattering sentiment that he does not hold towards himself and does not expect anyone else to, either. please, wintersbane replies, brushing off the formalities with a gentleness that belays his appreciation. he does not want to be rude but something about the echoing words 'great one' grates at him.

i am wintersbane, the tundrian replies. the alpha, yes; but please, call me wintersbane.