Duskfire Glacier one more test

recognition flashed behind her sharp eyes. the man that would have taken her all those nights ago—dark and shadowed. it was he who Faust was seeking. 

lorcan. she remembers the pack wolves of winsook speaking to him, scolding him. and she would remember his scent; she would follow it like a hound, until she found him again. 

if the man could fight was not a worry, not to her. "i will make him. i will find him." svalla stated. there was no room for failure—if the man did not wish to fight, she would force him.

she knew what she must do. but before she would tear down the glacier to cross into winsook borders, she would surge forward to press herself against his side. to press their foreheads together in a wildling promise. 

"we will win this war, faust." she murmured in their tongue. do not worry.

and then, she was off. carving through the night as the white sparrow.