Duskfire Glacier Arvīge

he had been tampering with a elk’s hide when he heard blackfell’s deep call. it was easy to understand— it was a summons. what lingered there?
he was quick. always has been. and when he reared over the ridge line just enough to see her pearlescent furs, he withheld the urge to roll his eyes. instead, the kaan approached with a heavy foot and brushed alongside blackfell’s shoulder.
it is a pleasure, he began to drawl, crooning his neck to the woman, at one point, had thought to have had an understanding with. iskava.
though her presence on the mountain was coveted by many, faust could not help the wandering eye, nostrils flaring, for that putrid scent of her so called husband.
what brings a pregnant woman so far from her peak?