Duskfire Glacier through the darkness

for @Blackfell; dated 1-2 hours after this thread

---

the gods had not forsaken her. she was alive. bloody and mangled—but alive. the thick press of herbs still burned bitter in her wounds, her throat a ruin of scabbed flesh.

the cold bit at her skin where the blood had dried and crusted against her fur, but it did not touch the heat in her bones. it was not enough. none of it would be enough until his corpse was cold and frosted. she would not know peace, not until blackfell returned with sun eater's head hanging in his jaws.

not until he had felt what she did, only this time it would be fatal.

her ear flicked at the sound of footsteps crunching through the frost. she did not look—she knew his tread, heavy and sure, like the march of war, smelt him as he closed in, even through iron. she only shifted, slow and agonizing, as he settled beside her. the heat of him kissed her side, familiar, grounding, but her voice was nothing but a raw croak when she finally spoke. "'fell,"