Duskfire Glacier vashkorr

faust blinked at her, the joke lost on him, but whatever. he shook his head slightly, exhaling through his nose, watching as she moved toward the entrance of the den, ever restless.
i will, he muttered, if you finish your food.
his voice carried no real bite, just that gruff insistence that had become familiar between them. his gaze flicked to the untouched meat, then back to her. she had been inside too long, but she had also barely eaten.
he wouldn't let her run on an empty stomach.