Silver Moraine kill

!!! we can also do a second thread if she wants to come back to the glacier after, too

faust's steps slowed, a subconscious shift, matching her stride without thought. it was a hunter's rhythm, a thing built over time and instinct, knowing when to press forward, when to linger. she was deliberate in her movements, in the way her shoulder brushed his own, but he thought nothing more of it than what it was—a natural camaraderie.
her scent was something sharp, yet sweet. the bite of frost and something darker beneath, something wild. it settled in his lungs as he listened, taking in the weight of her words.
those becoming.
his gaze flickered toward her, sharp and considering. a pack that chooses its own. a name earned, not given.
darukaal was much the same. he had built it from nothing, forged it in the ice and blood of those who had proven themselves worthy to stand beneath its banner. the weak were cast aside. the strong endured.
who are your people? his voice was quiet, rough from the cold. it was not just a question—it was something else. something possessive.
tikigâk carried no banner, no ties, and yet she spoke of something greater. a people who chose. he wanted to understand.
the night stretched before them, the wind humming low in the dark. he let the silence settle between them, let the weight of it fill the space where words were not needed.
but still, he did not move away.