Duskfire Glacier too late to stop

faust had found the place more than adequate. with walls of mountains, snow in the center of it's bowl, he could see a future of what his estranged father had always wanted to build. an empire.
a wafting scent had him distracted, however, and he was called to the woman before he knew what took over him. she stood there, body rounded with fat, and his lip curled at the thought of her already being taken to wife.
he said nothing, coming into her view, lifting his leg to piss on a tree in front of her. his. his territory.