Duskfire Glacier light guides nothing

good, he said simply, as if her staying had been inevitable. his gaze flickered over her, a onceover. he did not yet know what she would bring to them, but he knew better than to turn down capable hands.
the glacier is ours now. his voice was firm, final. a claim not made lightly. you’ll meet them soon enough.
the women. they had followed him here, whether by choice or circumstance, and he supposed now he would have to make something of it. of them. of this place.
his eyes swept the horizon, the sky deepening into duskfire as he turned, prowling forward.
come. i’ll show you.