Duskfire Glacier united in blood, we fall together

blackfell meets her gaze, dark eyes glinting with savage humor. her defiance pulls at something familiar, almost nostalgic beneath scarred flesh. old friends—old grudges—made fresh again.
his own teeth flash in return, sharp and feral. paws spread, stance low, muscles coiled beneath battle-scarred pelt. the wildling stands before him, unyielding—good. she always was stubborn.
a rough, amused grunt slips from his chest.
have it your way, wildling.
he lunges, movement swift and punishing. chest collides with hers, shoulders rolling forward to push her back, teeth snapping toward the thick scruff of her neck.