Qeya River tukisiviit ⩅

So caught up was he in his grief, in the furious tide of churning emotions, that he had not stopped to consider telling their allies of the tragedy that befell the Glacier. He barreled past her, a blur of silver and granite colors. So much like the terrain of his birthplace. So very much his father's son.

Her chuff, her voice, pulled him back to reality. Then she was beside him. White like snow, scarred but soft. Her appearance and air screamed motherly to him. His heart quaked while he slowed, paws all but dragging across the ground. For one so young, Ensio had a distinctly mature, masculine face. Hard, chiseled features. Piercing glacial eyes. All wrapped in a charcoal mask. 

"Gone." He breathed, his voice a husk. "They're gone..." Oh, as badly as he wanted to cave in and rush to her, to burrow his crown into her plush furs to weep and scream, he did not. Ensio was to be a warrior. He would fight his own battles, alone.