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

trying to keep his unruly princess within the stern gaze of a glacial eye was proving to be most difficult. though a part of him is ( secretly ) pleased by her assertiveness ...knowing that she will need it in her life, he feels the weariness of a tired father with more cubs than he could truthfully handle. he feels it even more so like an ache in his temple as he approaches the borders, drawn by the scents — familiar and decidedly not familiar — and the snippets of conversation that he can hear.

the tundrian comes onto the scene with a firm urgency to his step and when makatza makes her demand. glacial gaze lingers upon his daughter for a moment before it snaps to issorartuyok, trying to plea with makatza in the woman — taktuq's — defense. though admittedly, the tundrian thinks it's a vein hope.

that is enough makatza, words that wintersbane feels like he's been repeating with increasing severity over the past week(s). perhaps, he thinks, he should take her hunting or spar with her so she might burn off some of her crueler tendencies. if you are going to intercept strangers at our borders making demands is not how we do it. not in the glacier. wolves prove themselves by contributing to the pack not by needless bloodsport. his stern tone demands his daughter's respect, chiding her with a paw that he means as guiding.

i am wintersbane, alpha of this glacier, he introduces himself to taktuq. so you seek to join our ranks? in his youth, the tundrain was wily and sneering and eager to pick a fight; even most recently when the other year he'd usurped rusalka's then-leader. life and age has tempered the worst of him; seemingly.