Sunset Valley my lord my light

she speaks his tongue! his brows rose in surprise; pleasant, perhaps. he hadn't many anyone that spoke his tongue for seasons now. a throaty chuckle sounded from him. "не только кот. снежный барс." he dubbed her. beautiful, but dangerous. a black widow ready to beguile and strike.

she was full of surprises. he'd underestimated the woman; this he would not do again. he imagined then, how she would've snuffed her perpetrators. he hoped it was slow, brutal. that she would've left them choking on their blood.

his withers ruffled. that was a sight he would've loved to see. 

she had a name now, one he would remember. a glint of approval flashed within his eyes, which now stared down upon her with something akin to respect. those wolves had taken something from her, yes, but she'd taken their lives in return. 

"хороший. нам нужна такая охотница, как ты. у тебя все получится." he rasped. with heavier, more purposeful steps, he'd guide her to the glacier. to her new fate.

you can fade whenever!