Silvertip Mountain breaker of trees

I promise I won’t hurt you, Kusuma, Fjall said softly. And he meant it. He’d run away before ever laying a claw on her.

Lilac gaze followed as she sniffed about again, resuming her hunt for… well, he didn’t know what. He might’ve guessed that she was looking for a whelping den, but shouldn’t she be with her— people for that? She asked if he lived there, drawing him from his thoughts.

No, um, well… For now, I do, I suppose. He had been up here a few days already. There was no telling how many more he would stay before gathering up the courage to knock on the glacier’s door. You are not intruding. Please stay, the lonely wolf implored. Are you… looking for someone, Kusuma? Though he did not typically say another’s name so much, he naturally adapted for this conversation.