Duskfire Glacier glacierline

Satori's mouth widened in quiet surprise as he pulled her into a gentle embrace, far softer than she'd anticipated - as if she were a sculpture made of ice that Faust was afraid to shatter. And it is now that she laughed genuinely at his jest, a melodic sound that reflected none of her discomfort, none of the doubts Iosef had managed to lodge beneath her skin.

"Since the cave - the fall broke it here, along the ankle." Following his gaze, the druid motioned with her muzzle to the limb where the fur was still flecked with brown and yellow plant matter. Days confined to her den, the snow, had made her realise just how much she'd missed their chats. Missed his warmth. "I'd show you how well I'm walking on three legs, but I don't think you intend to let me move just yet."

She tucked her nose into the soft furs of his chest, hoping the gesture might reassure him.