Duskfire Glacier too late to stop

she returns his nosing with her own chocolate bud. he allows her, take it, until he pulls away and it is enough for her to make her own judgement. there hadn't been many scents clinging to his coat, save for satori and ayovi, though distantly faint.
she does not seek anything in particular. a shell, waiting to be filled. jaw becomes tight with tension as he thinks, wondering if she could be someone he'd caress beneath his blackened wings.
woman no good for wandering, he utters out. women, alone, often find themselves in the reaches of danger. would she find that here, standing before a warden of the north? faust could not answer— a beast far too unleashed.
stay here. forges of vetrheim. we build.