Duskfire Glacier ever since i was a kid,

she had descended from winsook's borders, soaring across the snow and ice. a distant war drum in her ears, a readiness for war in her bones. this is what she was made for. born for. all those countless years of training until she collapsed, all of the spars either lost or triumphantly won...

it would all lead to this war. either the victory, or the grueling defeat. 

with burning lungs, she cut through the night. headed toward faust. the man had not slept, and she did not blame him; how could one possibly sleep with a war on the horizon? 

there would be time for rest. now was the time for strategy, for training. 

her fur windswept and jaws parted in a hushed pant, she faced him with a gleam of triumph in her sharp eyes. "their mercenary will fight for us." she stated with a sweep of her tail. "he demanded a bear hide for payment." 

if darukaal survived this war, a bear would hardly be any worry. 

she came to his side and sat, her shoulder barely grazing his. a ghost of a comforting touch, while her eyes turned forward. staring down into the valley where they would soon storm. 

"you look terrible." she commented with a side-ward glance and a fleeting smirk. "this war...it will not be the end, will it?" a question that would linger, sitting heavily in the silence that followed.