Duskfire Glacier we're timeless

the cold air still carried the weight of his decree, the echoes of war settling into the bones of darukaal like frost seeping into stone. the pack had heard him, answered him, and soon they would march. but first, he needed her.
faust moved through the glacier with purpose, his breath curling in the frigid night, his muscles taut from the strain of what was to come. his mind turned over every detail, every step that needed to be taken—there was no room for uncertainty, no time for hesitation.
@Satori.
he sought her now, tracking the familiar scent through the ice-laden paths, past the silent sentinels of jagged stone. she had stood beside him, voiced her resolve, but he needed more. he needed her mind, her strategy.
he exhaled sharply as he neared, eyes scanning the frost-covered terrain. satori, he called lowly, his voice rough with exhaustion but steady with intent. they had much to discuss.