Duskfire Glacier all the stars are closer

well, then. he clears throat, a thick black tail swishing at his hocks. languid in his movements, despite the lumbering appearance of his broad frame. and yet he is still small compared to his brother.

it makes him wonder of faust's father—but he dare not ever inquire, for fear of having his head bit off. he rolls his shoulders in response and then tilts his head, jerking towards the rest of the territory.

a smile. show me what is ours. he begins to walk, leaving no option, ears twitching to listen to the sounds the wind brings. nostrils flaring to inhale the slurry of scents that maze the lands; knowledge coming that his brother had already built a small following. i will regale you with tales of home. he says matter-o-factually.

fade here?