Duskfire Glacier honkarr

faust listened, his gaze sweeping the icebound horizon, breath fogging in the frigid air.
the glacier is ours, he repeated, voice firm, as though the words themselves anchored it to their claim. the fields beyond—there are others. packs. but none so close they dare press upon our borders. not yet.
he shifted his weight, the crack of frost beneath his paw filling the brief lull.
the icefields can hide a man for a long time, he continued, almost as an afterthought. but they can swallow him just as quick.
his eyes flicked back to tuhin, a brief, appraising glance.
you'll learn them, in time. the faces. the names. but here, we hunt. we thrive. and if others come for what is ours—
he bared his teeth slightly, a subtle flash of white.
we break them.
he let the tension settle, then offered a faint, knowing smirk.