Duskfire Glacier [m]wen se solèy la

men.
man.
but while the old dislike raised its serpentine head, mireille turned to lave her lips with interested tongue. she took in the measure of the warrior-man, who had sired blood in her family before. but there was no way for mireille to know this. she saw only his strength and his danger.
the young seawolf crooned a warning, tail flagging high as she growled, teeth glinting.
careful
but mireille kept her eyes on him, turning sidelong to suggest he might come a respectful distance closer for further inspection.
the cold wind tore at them both, this high, suspended.