Duskfire Glacier widowsnest

he exhales a rough laugh through his nose, and there's a quick tug of a rugged smile at his lips for a second in time. "you talk too much." a gruff tease. "i will catch you, one day." it was a promise. if she boasted of her speed, he'd outdo her in strength. but for now, they bask in their successful hunt. the brush of shoulders makes his hackles prick; a feeling unfamiliar, but not entirely unwelcome.

they did make a good pair. he knew then, that he would not hunt with anyone else but she and faust. they'd proven their strength, their utilities, and had earned his respect because of it. he tore into the beast's side with precise but vicious tugs. ripping through thick hide with just enough care as to not ruin it.

"you will take pelt. you earned it." and he would help her drag it back toward darukaal.

fade!