Duskfire Glacier Arvīge

congrats!

faust exhaled sharply, the tension still crackling in the air between them. his eyes lingered on blackfell, weighing his words, before a grimace pulled at his features.
i have a woman to see, he muttered, already thinking of svalla, of the next steps.
his gaze flicked to blackfell, knowing his cousin already understood the weight of their preparations. you already know your place, warbringer.
with that, he turned, his focus shifting away from the retreating mountain wolf. there was still much to be done.