Duskfire Glacier mitqiaq

the wind curled sharp between the stone, bitter and biting, but it was not the cold that stirred faust from his patrol. it was the scent—thin, foreign, bleeding into darukaal's claim like a festering wound.
he found her with a shadowed gaze, rising from the frost like the mountain itself, broad and hulking. snow clung to his dark coat, his breath spilling heavy into the frozen air as his emerald eyes cut across the browning figure trespassing upon his land.
a growl simmered low in his throat, guttural and unkind.
what do you seek here?
the words snapped like brittle branches, his lip curling to bare a flash of teeth.
he took another step closer, heavy and deliberate, the weight of darukaal's blood humming in his chest.