Duskfire Glacier find me where Cernunnos makes his revelry

her spitfire is met with a deep, bellowing laugh, and yet its humorless. she calls darukaal home? she looks to be nothing but a чертова мышь. puny and broken. he wonders if she'd crush beneath his weight like a mouse would, too. 

it was not his place to judge faust and his taste in women—if he enjoyed damsels in distress, than that was his business. but it irked him, knowing he'd allow such weakness in darukaal. the woman was stupid enough to wind up with a broken limb. there was no telling what she'd get up to later down the line. 

"you слабый. weak. small. glacier will chew you up and leave your bones to rot." he spat, his tail lashing, revealing his thinning patience. if it were up to him, he'd rip that useless leg off and keep it as a chew toy.

he sucks at his teeth. alas, it isn't his decision. "how you end up broken?" he asked. maybe after she told him, he'd help. or maybe he'd leave her here to wither away.