Duskfire Glacier too late to stop

she accepts. good. he would have probably mauled her if not, but there's no telling what his anger could muster. there was a familiarity in her scent that he couldn't place, as if he'd been in this same position before with a similar woman. he brushed it away.
faust, he answered her, eyes trailing over her mahogany robes once more. you are still from there? he asked, almost correcting, as she was not. he did not care where she came from. she belonged here now.
muskox.
ox hunters? he wished to confirm. maybe she was a hunter afterall, though her build told a different, gentler story.