Duskfire Glacier you ever go hungry 'til you keeled over?

he was going to die.

it felt tangible in his legs and his chest and his mind. hadn't he been here before? in the snow, awaiting the colder clutches of an end.

it hadn't even been that long ago! he recalled all the blood in the snow, he recalled the smell of bear on them beneath that copper smell.

sword had been there, alongside him.

now sword was gone because quen had been stupid. foolish. dumb. emotional.

he exhaled and felt the burn of it all again. his legs refused to move anymore, they burned too. the pain in his body had become too great to ignore.

he moaned, he wailed, rendered useless among the ice and snow on the glacier. he felt like a spirit here in these times. the way he could only, wordlessly, express the anguish that raked through him with the harsh teeth of the bear.

his wailing and moaning grew louder.