Duskfire Glacier roakshore

the familiar shape, now grown, hardened by time and distance.
fenris, he greeted, voice low, carrying the weight of their shared blood and history.
he came to stand beside him, broad shoulder brushing against his brother’s as they both looked out over the glacier. the view was harsh, unforgiving. but it was theirs.
you’ve settled in, faust observed, though it was more a statement than a question. his gaze softened—just slightly. good. this place... it’s different. but it’s strong. it’ll shape us into something better.
a pause, his breath visible in the cold air.
i’m glad you’re here. the words were simple, but honest. from faust, that was everything.