Duskfire Glacier testing my patience

faust barely had time to brace before she crashed into him, her body slamming against his side with a snarl that rang like thunder in the icy cavern. her teeth snapped close—too close—the heat of her breath searing against his fur, her rage a wildfire catching fast in the cold.
but he did not falter.
he pivoted sharply, meeting her momentum with his own, shoving her back with brute force, his body a wall of power against her reckless fury. his breath curled white in the frigid air, his teeth flashing in something like amusement, something like madness.
i'm the fool? he barked out a laugh, short, biting, like the crack of ice beneath weight too heavy to bear. peace in the north. that is what they desire, what i desire, and yet you walk over it!
his voice rose, filled the cavern, a force of nature as relentless as she was.
they wanted to kill you.
his words struck sharp, cutting like the wind outside. his chest heaved, nostrils flaring, green eyes burning like embers. do you get it, yet? they wanted to kill you!
you're alive because of me, because of the shit i cleaned up, he scoffed, nearly laughing again at the sheer absurdity of it. the way she refused to see beyond herself, beyond her own goddamn pride. she was in heat—i do not have to explain shit. you are a grown woman, are you not?
he stepped forward, closer, his voice dropping lower now, threading through the tension like a knife. the cold did nothing to smother the heat that pulsed between them, that had always burned even when they had both pretended otherwise.
are you, svalla?
the air between them was electric, his body so close now, towering over hers. his breath was warm against her muzzle, his gaze unyielding, unwavering. his anger was a living thing, but beneath it, something else coiled, something darker, something neither of them would ever name.