Duskfire Glacier may these words be the first to find your ears

The large northerner was surprised at how easy he found speaking to Taktuq, how soft her words and smile were. Issorartuyok could not help but to think that she would make a fine wife, when the time had arrived for her to make such decisions. A warmth settled in the pit of his belly at the thought, but he brushed it away and listened intently to the silver woman speak of her reasons for venturing to the glacier village.

It was not until she had stated that Issorartuyok had remained on her mind that the northerner felt his body shift. A peculiar nervousness had swept through him, but he regarded her with warmth in his gaze and leaned toward her so that he might speak softer than he had before. This one is warm, to have been in your thoughts, Taktuq, he rumbled in a thick voice. Issorartuyok might have moved to close some of the space between them, but a child’s voice drew his dark ears back on his skull. The northerner swung around to see a dark figure with striking auburn markings.

The child claimed to be a princess and the princess wished for the two wolves to fight. Issorartuyok frowned deeply at this. He had not been asked to prove his worth, not to Wintersbane, not even to the scout Meerkat. It seemed a lie that this youthful figure could appear and make demands of that sort.

Hello, child of the glacier. This is Taktuq, he nodded gently toward the silver woman before fixing his sights on the pup again and frowning. I am called Issorartuyok. Your village leader Wintersbane did not demand a trial. Taktuq is good spirit, she is not deserving of this. Would a rational argument work against the desires of Duskfire’s princess?