Nova Peak ζ

Skorpa’s voice is deep and confident and in knowing ways soothes his wife’s addled heart. But it is not Faust’s glacier alone she speaks of, and perhaps his settlement worries her the least.
“No— Skorpa. Rensdyr ulv. And Faust’s ulv,” she drops the mustelid. “What happens when they learn lille bjerg? lille antal? They will come for stjernebjerg. This has ske all i fortiden,” she confesses in shaky, broken danish.
She wants peace, but on what grounds do they have to negotiate, small as they are? Her eyes again seek for Skorpa while a fear lodges in her chest like a heavy stone, just above where their children grow.