Duskfire Glacier too late to stop

she responded how any woman should at the sight of his claim. naivety may have won her today, but it is he who is triumphant as she looks away in raw submission. it tempers him for the time being, perceiving her as less of a wandering threat.
he approaches her. she wavers in the cool air, a beacon of divinity of her sex. with a nose to her neck, he inhales for the sign of a man around her, though he is lingering in surprise when there is none. a good hunter, was she then?
what does woman seek? voice clad with a chill as much as the icicles had that dangled from the pine needles.