Duskfire Glacier [m] stargirl

the icefield stretched endless before him, a sea of pale blue and frostbitten silver, its surface catching the shimmer of the aurora borealis above. green and pink light danced across the night sky, rippling like silk caught in the wind. the air was crisp, sharp against his lungs, but faust had always liked the cold. it kept things quiet. honest.
he lay on a broad, flat stone, weathered smooth by time, large enough to fit two. though he occupied it alone, he was not truly alone. somewhere nearby, @Lousine lingered. he'd dug her a den.
for a long time, he didn’t move. but eventually, the press of his bladder forced him up with a low grunt. he stretched once, rolling his shoulders, then padded toward the nearest tree, its gnarled form half-buried in frost. lifting a leg, he pissed against the bark, steam curling into the cold air.
it was when he shifted his weight that he made his mistake—his paw snapped a low-hanging branch, the crack of it sharp against the stillness. his ears twitched. he stilled.
he was being watched.