Duskfire Glacier honkarr

faust watched him, the quiet calculation in his movements, the way he accepted command with neither hesitation nor resentment. he saw wisdom in that. wolves like tuhin were useful—those who could think beyond the hunt, beyond the blade, beyond the immediate needs of tooth and claw.
his gaze flickered to the treeline once more, thoughtful.
there's more to purpose than filling caches. his voice was steady, cool as the air between them. you seem a diplomatic sort.
he let the words settle, weighing their meaning before continuing.
i want to know who else lingers in these lands. if there are others staking their claim, if there are those who might challenge darukaal’s rise.
he looked back at tuhin then, the faintest hint of expectation in his dark eyes.
learn what you can. who they are, where they settle, what they believe. a pause. see if they are friends or threats.
there was no doubt in faust’s mind that war would come eventually. it always did. but knowledge was power, and he would not lead his wolves into a blind fight.