Duskfire Glacier widowsnest

her trail was easy to follow. paw-prints guided him when they were not covered by fresher snow. and when they were, it was her scent that mingled with the frigid winds. he was no sleuth; his size would not allow such, and so he marched with purpose. not violence, but something just as festering. 

ice creaked and whined beneath his weight. he'd long since acquainted himself with where the glacier was thin, versus where it was strong. where to stand and where to avoid; while he would stare death in the face, he did not wish to die by drowning in freezing waters. 

he'd warn her, too, if it weren't for the fact she walked without fear. a deep chuff escaped his throat as he approached from behind, eyes of sea glass sharp as they roved over her pale form. he wondered if she had scars lain beneath that plush fur, other than the one that marred her face. 

"you do not fear the glacier. good." he came to a stop beside her, gaze shifting to the vast unknown. there'd been a question heavy on his mind, one he'd had since he led her into darukaal's heart. 

"your face. what happened." a story worth hearing, he hoped. perhaps it would further prove the strength hidden beneath beauty he does not find tainted.