Duskfire Glacier honkarr

faust’s ears twitched, catching the murmured curiosity in tuhin’s tone. he glanced toward him briefly before turning his gaze back across the glacier’s expanse.
yes, he confirmed, voice low and sure. darukaal means blood talon. the words carried weight, a name carved from something older than them both—something violent and enduring. a name that demanded respect.
he slowed his pace, letting tuhin walk alongside him. you’ll pick up our words in time, faust said, a rare note of patience in his voice. he knew the tongue of the glacier was harsh on foreign tongues, but those who stayed would learn—because they had to.
we are hunters. warriors. we speak with our teeth more often than our tongues. a faint scoff, not quite humor, but close. he glanced at tuhin again, measuring. but you seem the type to know the value of both.