Duskfire Glacier roakshore

the glacier stretched wide and cold beneath faust’s steady steps. the wind carried the scent of snow and stone, familiar now—his kingdom. darukaal.
but today, his eyes sought something else. someone else.
@Ivarr.
his younger brother had found him after all these years. their blood tied them, but time had carved distance between their lives. and yet, here they were—reunited on this harsh, frozen land.
faust moved with purpose, head low, eyes sharp. he traced his brother’s scent along the ice-crusted ridges, past the lake where the thaw had begun to tease at the edges.
there was a weight in his chest, one he hadn’t acknowledged before—relief, perhaps. that fenris was here, that he had survived.
but it was tangled with the ever-present need to protect.
he would not lose his brother now. not to the cold. not to the hunger of this land.
the wind howled softly as faust pressed onward.
fenris, he called, voice gruff, carried across the snow.