Duskfire Glacier stopping time

keshka turned at the sound, ears flicking to the deep rumble behind her. astier, yeah?
her gaze swept over him, measuring, appraising. he carried himself well—like a man who had seen the battlefield and survived it. but surviving was one thing. thriving in war, becoming it, was another entirely.
wanna see what you’re made of?
her voice was edged with challenge, but her stance remained loose, unbothered, as if she were discussing something as simple as the weather. yet, there was something in her gaze, a flicker of anticipation, of hunger.
she shifted her weight, muscles coiling beneath her pelt, ready to test him. war was coming, and there would be no room for hesitation. if he was to stand beside them, he would need to prove it.