Duskfire Glacier widowsnest

widow lips curled, a flicker of amusement glinting in her icy gaze as she cast him a sidelong glance.
you’ll follow? she mused, head tilting ever so slightly. then let’s see if you can keep up, soldat.
the word rolled off her tongue like silk, edged with something sharp—playful, but not without challenge.
she moved then, swift and sure, stepping to the edge of the outcrop where the herd lumbered below. muscles coiled beneath her thick fur, every fiber of her body thrumming with quiet calculation.
we take the bull, she murmured, decisive. strike from both sides. you push. i’ll cut its legs.
she turned back to him, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
unless you’d rather just watch?
without waiting for an answer, she sprang forward, snow kicking up in her wake as she slipped into the hunt like a shadow.