Duskfire Glacier suuya

faust watches him, expression flat, unreadable, but his stance is easy—measured. he takes in the heavyset build, the stained chest, the brutal efficiency with which the seal’s head is discarded. a man of strength. a man of purpose.
didn’t know i needed a reason. his voice is low, edged with dry amusement, but he doesn’t break eye contact.
he shifts slightly, adjusting his weight, the cold biting through the thick of his coat. his gaze flicks briefly to the carcass before settling back on the stranger.
but if you want one, i’m looking. a pause. his tongue flicks over his teeth. looking for men to join me.