Duskfire Glacier uppsaluk

phone post... hopefully it didn't autocorrect things to something weird...oof.

They followed--Akavir felt the tension roil in his very being, his eyes sharp upon the other as the significant presence of Silvertongue tethered him to the moment. The storm seemed to begin it's decline--drawing the man's ire with it. Had they simply remained, they likely would have been fine...

But one look to his weathered companion, whose silver fur glinted with ice and he knew he could not push her further. Would not push her further. She entrusted herself with him--despite no longer remembering him.

The intake of his breath was sharp and harsh--and he was thankful for the winters wind to mask it from his company.

When they were brought within, the irony of a frozen fortress' walls closing in upon them in much of the same manner as Akashingo's desert dry walls did was not lost upon him.

"Traveling home, while looking for my daughter," he provided with ease, feeling the melt of snow and ice from his own fur like a warm hug. He missed the Creek. "The storm turned us around more than I thought," he admitted, eyes turning from the bright face of Silvertongue to now study their host with open curiosity, albeit suspicion.