Duskfire Glacier mission

the second faust’s call split the morning air, she was moving.

the cold gnawed at her hide, but she barely felt it. her paws carried her swiftly across the meadow, the scent of frost and blooming petals crushed beneath her weight as she carved her way toward the gathering.

when he spoke, when he uttered the words maimed and wife to your warbringer, she bared her teeth. her brother’s wife! she did not know the woman well, but she knew her brother. knew what she meant to him.

cowards, the fucking lot of them.

her blood ran hot beneath her thick pelt, and her fury curled into something sharp in her chest. there was no decision to be made—only action.

jora stepped forward without hesitation, without pause, firm as steel.

“i stand with you.”

there was nothing else to say.

she would fight. she would kill. for darukaal, for her kin, for justice.