Duskfire Glacier Arvīge

Faust had closed the distance. It happened so suddenly that Ayovi barely had time to react as his nose bent to crest the fur of her ear. That familiar sense of unease melts through her, whipping her heart into a careening canter. For all her posturing there is still fear, because she knows what he is capable of. Because her mate isn’t here to shield her.
Anger flashes through her eyes. How dare he insult him; Skorpa, who treated her with a tenderness Faust never could. Skorpa, whose heart was good. She didn’t care who’s realm she stood in then. Snarl blazing, she whips her teeth so they are facing one another.
“That ‘simpleton’ is more of a man than you will ever be.” Her tail sweeps, she doesn’t wait for a counter.
“I want nothing from you. Keep your people off my mountain.” She turns then, a streak of snow among his ice.