Duskfire Glacier all the stars are closer

faust listens, his face unreadable as ivarr speaks. the words settle in the air, hanging between them like the breath they exhale into the cold.
then, a scoff. i do not need a lesson on rage, brother. his jaw tightens, teeth flashing for the briefest moment. my father had enough of it to fuel a herd of oxen.
he shifts, glancing away, scanning the endless white. the glacier stretches vast and empty before them, a kingdom carved from ice and stone. being hard to find was intentional, he gruffs, flicking his tail. no use in being easy to hunt:
but his gaze returns to ivarr, sharper now. the mention of their sister does not go unnoticed, though he does not touch it yet. instead, he exhales through his nose, a sound almost amused. so you did it, then. killed him. a beat passes, then: good.