Duskfire Glacier Lost

wintersbane is quiet as she speaks, spurring the idea that her companion — or anyone else — could've escaped from the tunnels. while it is true that it has been some time since wintersbane had been to the territory, he also doesn't think it possible that all of them had closed. they were sturdy, held up by bedrock and numerous to boot.

in lieu of not wishing to be entirely insensitive ( as he does from time to time ), he keeps these considerations to himself.

if the woods was keeping her inner most secrets hidden from the wolves that had, temporarily, called it home then it was what it was.

here, wintersbane's pace slows as they approach the first tendril of ice melt — one of the many that bled into the qeya river. the water is cold, fresh. i will retrieve something from the cache for you to eat in the meantime. the tundrian gestures to it, to show that he will not be terribly far, before branching off to dig her up something to eat.