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Gjalla didn’t flinch beneath his glare, even as the weight of his words fell like hammer blows against her pride. Carved from frost and stone, she wouldn’t crack under his furious scrutiny.  “You’re right,” she spat, her voice cutting through the frozen silence like a blade unsheathed. “I don’t get it.”

Her breath hitched with the intensity of her anger, visible puffs of condensation curling in the frigid air between them. She stepped forward, closing the space he had retreated from, her presence looming large, a wolf cornering prey. “You think I care about crowns? About titles? About staying where the world tells me to stay? I’ve seen what that does, Blackfell. I’ve lived it. A wolf is more than their title.”

The fire behind her words didn’t falter, but there was something else there now, quieter, softer—an ember buried beneath the flame. Gjalla’s jaw clenched, her nostrils flaring as she exhaled sharply, a visible tremor running through her as she reined herself in. When she spoke again, her voice was quieter but no less firm, like steel tempered in flame. “I’m not the one who needs saving, Blackfell.”

She turned away, her movements sharp, her steps carrying her toward the creek. As the water lapped around her paws, she paused, casting a glance over her shoulder, her gaze piercing through him one last time. Maybe that’s why it pisses you off so much.”

With that, she moved forward, the sound of the rushing stream swallowing her footsteps, leaving him to simmer in the biting cold of her absence.

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— fluent in norse, common, and valyrian. speaks lanzadoii loosely.