Duskfire Glacier Arvīge

silence. grating silence as he looks upon her. debating whether or not to entertain her. his eyes slip aside, head turning to look briefly over his shoulder, scanning the vast ice melt in the distance.
then,
come.
he turns slowly, like clouds in the sky shifting over the sun. head immediately slumping down between the heavy shoulders he wears like armor, his tail snaking downwards into a more neutral position. following the scent—and eventually tracks—of his cousin.
stopping atop a crest in the terrain where he finds the man in the distance and barks a deep call for @Faust to come. standing quiet, feeling the pregnant woman appear in his shadow.