Duskfire Glacier Arvīge

300th!

he watches her go. top lip curling, a unsettled growl rumbling in his throat. stance squaring, as if preparing for whatever battle may yet come.
she will carry back anger to her man. blackfell says. chin tilting upwards, watching down his snout at her retreat. we must prepare. it must be decided.
blackfell feels faust at his side. trembling, shaking with an emotion. he does not look to the man—let him bask in the heat of this moment. but:
it is time to choose. blackfell advises. your right-hand. he says, and then: and a commander of your warriors.
faust already had those men. he need only cement it. darukaal would be stronger for it.