Duskfire Glacier suuya

when they meet, iosef spits the head of the seal onto the snow. a spray of crimson stains the white, just as it stains his maw and his barreled chest. he grunts, his eyes assessing. the man is formidable, no doubt. 

"don't like it when people stare." his voice is deep, raspy, and heavily accented. he shifts on sturdy limbs, eyes narrowed. guarded, but not hostile. not yet. 

his gaze turns to sweep across the tundra. "why you here?"