Duskfire Glacier vashkorr

faust hummed, a low, thoughtful sound, his gaze lingering on the dark horizon beyond their den.
we are building it. his voice rumbled with certainty, the weight of his conviction pressed between every word. he turned to her then, his sharp green eyes cutting through the dimness. darukaal. the blood talon. before your very eyes.
a kingdom rising from the ice, carved from their will, their hunger. the glacier would be theirs. the hunting grounds would be theirs. a place shaped by their own hands, a name that would mean something when spoken in hushed reverence.
he looked at her then, really looked, taking in the flush on her face, the way her mind ran ahead of her words. we. there will be others, he said, tilting his head slightly. hunters. warriors. women, if you want them. a pack to share the weight.
he reached forward, nudging her chin with his nose, drawing her focus back to him. but it starts with us.