Duskfire Glacier roakshore

do you want to hunt? faust’s voice broke through the stillness, rough but laced with familiarity. he shifted closer to fenris, their hulking frames casting twin shadows upon the snow.
his eyes glimmered with the subtle warmth that only blood could ignite—though it was buried beneath layers of frost and steel.
the herds have moved along the flats, he nodded toward the distance, where the wind carried faint traces of musk and hoof. good game. strong prey.
a challenge, but also an offering. this was their way—brothers bonded through the pursuit, through the blood spilled upon snow.
we'll take something down together.