Redtail Rise still miles to go till i arrive

faust observed the man with quiet interest, the barest glimmer of something like satisfaction flickering in his cold green eyes. the name suited him—tuhin. sharp, simple. he liked that.
faust, he returned, voice deep and even, the weight of his name carried in the frostbitten air. kaan of darukaal.
the glacier was his, as was the land that stretched beneath its shadow. its hunting fields. its rivers and caves. but what use was a land without its wolves? faust had been gathering them—strong men, sharp women. big-game hunters. warriors.
his gaze flicked over tuhin once more, assessing but not unkind. you are welcome here, he stated, voice gruff but certain. walk with me, there was no softness in darukaal, no place for idlers or cowards. you must meet the others.
but from the way tuhin carried himself, from the steel in his voice—faust suspected he was neither.

fade in your next? I can start a new one!