Snowforest Taiga breathing fire

again he listened, rapt as an eagle intent upon a hare. she did not compare the two; opposite, and he nodded once without a grunting sound of mild derision. they were different, and clearly did gjalla have more faith in himself than this brother.

pleased, he searched for more meaning among her words, but a slow blink brought their gazes to meet again. he had no reason not to believe her; there was some maw of yawning violence in gjalla which might well rejoice in being unleashed.

and so let slip the rein. a new title would only proclaim in formality the agreement made this hour.

his head!

a prize, and again his eye gleamed with want of her, reminding them both that his will was first. blackfell had asked, but a bloodhunter chose. "i look forward," he said with studious effort, but he felt the meaning had been conveyed.

a soft lift of his chin said their words were at an end; she was free now to go, to carry out what had been asked in whatever ways she felt fit to pursue. power indeed.