Duskfire Glacier suuya

faust did not speak as he moved toward the figure, the steady weight of his steps pressing deep into the snow. he was not one for wasted words, nor for empty stares. the man before him was broad, built like a fortress against the cold, his presence carrying the silent weight of something endured. something survived.
he sized him up—not with hostility, but with the keen awareness of a warrior recognizing another. there was no fear, only quiet assessment, the flick of his green gaze raking over the fresh kill, the way blood still clung to his maw. capable.
faust’s breath curled in the cold, misting between them. he stopped just short, neither inviting nor dismissing the stranger’s presence, his own body still as the glacier beneath them.
waiting