Duskfire Glacier glacierline

faust found her.
tucked beneath a fallen log, half-hidden in shadow, her blonde fur nearly indistinguishable from the frost-laced bark. for a breath, he thought she was still—too still. but then he saw it, the faint rise and fall of her flank, the shallow rhythm of breath.
alive.
he was at her side in an instant, his muzzle pressing against her, nosing along her ribs, her shoulder—searching. he did not speak at first. only checked. the scent of blood was faint, but it was there.
his jaw clenched.
satori, his voice was a low rasp, firm but not unkind.
what had happened? who had done this? questions swirled, but he swallowed them down. they could wait. right now, she was here. she was breathing.
he nudged at her again, wordless insistence, a demand without force.
wake up.