Duskfire Glacier testing my patience

cameo!

in the distance, he is there. lone sentinel of black to watch, to perceive, to observe. he had shadowed the man halfway and stopped here, watched as faust flew into his stupor of fury, launched himself upon her den in assault. his teeth grit all the while, ears perked upwards, pitched so that he could hear what went on.
insolence was often the waterfall which came before life and death. svalla had given insolence a new meaning. now, she must learn. this was not their way anymore. she must leave behind the chaos of the wildlands and embrace the new. there was law in these lands.
blackfell's chin raises, he feels the wind as it whips through his coarse fur. cruel red eyes narrowing upon the scene that unfolds in the far distance, standing by in quiet brooding.