Duskfire Glacier glakoss

faust watched her as she stepped onto the ice, the way her weight shifted, testing the frozen surface beneath her paws. his gaze flickered over the lake, to the faint movements beneath, before returning to her with something that almost resembled amusement.
i'm glad, he said simply, though there was a rough warmth beneath his words.
it was not the forests she was used to—nor was it the great open plains some of them had left behind, nor the mountains others had once called home. but darukaal was something different. something new.
it is the women that must love it here. his voice rumbled low, a teasing note hidden within the gruffness. it was true, in a way—many had followed, seeking something in this frozen land. warriors, wanderers, wives.
his green eyes narrowed slightly, watching her, gauging. would you take a husband? he asked, not unkindly. when your season comes?