Shadow Mountain [m] And I think that she knows, I'm out of control

Hunst didn’t speak a word. His presence seemed to grow heavier, colder, as if the air around him thickened with his unspoken rage. His frostfire gaze was fixed ahead, distant, unreadable, the heat of his anger radiating from him like an inferno contained by the thinnest of ice. His broad shoulders were tense, coiled like a predator preparing to strike, yet there was something more in the way he carried himself now—less an ally, more a storm.

He gave a low grunt, a guttural sound that broke the silence between them, a simple command for her to move. He didn’t wait for any acknowledgment, nor did he offer any. His silence was thick, and it spoke volumes more than words ever could. With one final, icy glance in Reverie’s direction, he turned, stalking ahead without looking back, the ground beneath his paws seemingly groaning with each heavy step.

They walked in silence, the air between them charged, heavy with the things unsaid.