Duskfire Glacier all the stars are closer

the wind carried a scent he did not recognize.
faust had been watching the lake, the endless white expanse that stretched beyond the glacier, but now his focus snapped toward the intruder. the shift was immediate—ears pressing forward, muscles coiling beneath thick fur, his stance sharpening into something unmistakably dominant.
the stranger was dark against the ice, standing brazenly as if he belonged here. faust bared his teeth in silent warning, hackles bristling as he stepped forward.
who are you? his voice was edged with ice, low and rough, but filled with something darker—something dangerous. this was his land. his claim.
his green eyes burned with challenge as he sized the man up, waiting for an answer that would decide whether this meeting would end in blood or something else entirely.