Duskfire Glacier limitations

jora felt the impact like a crack of thunder, her shoulder jolting with the force of his retaliation. he did not fall—good. she would not have wanted him to.

as his teeth snapped near her ear, she turned into him, closing the distance, refusing to be driven back. loss of ground meant loss of advantage.

a breath, a heartbeat—then she surged low, twisting beneath his weight, jaws parting as she aimed for the thick ruff of his throat. not to wound, but to hold, to wrangle him back.

her breath ghosted against his fur as she spoke, low and steady. “we shall see,”