Permafrost Hollows I cannot stay where nature's embrace is lost

thank you.
the words are gruff, but sincere as faust gives blackfell a firm nod of respect. there is no time for more; his eyes fall back to the pit, narrowing as he braces himself. he launches down with a heavy thud, limbs absorbing the shock against stone.
his gaze finds satori immediately.
relief floods his chest, though he masks it as best he can. still, he moves to her without thought, pressing his muzzle to the side of her neck, breathing her in. his hold is brief but firm—an embrace that speaks louder than words.
you’re alright
he pulls back slightly, eyes sweeping over her to ensure she’s unharmed. his breath is steady now, the tension in his body only easing because she is here, in one piece.
get on my back, he instructs, lowering himself so she can climb up. we’re getting out of here.