Duskfire Glacier roakshore

his own paws hit the ground a breath after fenris’, the crack of ice beneath him lost to the rush of wind. his limbs stretched, powerful and sure, carrying him into the white expanse.
he cast ahead, sharp eyes scanning the frozen wilds, reading the land as he had since they were boys. a trail—faint, but fresh.
east, he called, voice cutting through the frost-laced air. something moved through here not long ago.
his pace did not falter, and he knew fenris would keep stride. they had done this a thousand times before, brothers bound by blood and the hunt.
let’s take it down together.