Duskfire Glacier interference

faust coughs, shaking his head as he rolls onto his paws, stretching his limbs like a man waking from a long sleep. blood mats his shoulder, dull pain humming beneath thick fur, but he grins—wolfish, sharp.
comfortable? i was thinking of staying down a little longer, actually. he snorts, shaking out his coat, sending loose tufts of fur and snow flying. the glacier’s a fine bed. just needs a woman to warm it.
his tail flicks, amusement glinting in his green eyes as he steps forward, shouldering blackfell with easy camaraderie, ignoring the ache in his muscles.
or maybe i’ll just drag you down with me next time, cousin. make it a fair fight. a low chuckle rumbles in his throat, breath curling in the cold air.