Duskfire Glacier through the darkness

blackfell’s heart clenches, her voice a blade carving deep into his chest. her plea—raw, aching—grounds him, forcing clarity through the storm in his blood.
his eyes soften, edges of fury dulled by her closeness. muzzle presses gently against her temple, breathing in her scent—blood, herbs, life. a quiet growl, low and reassuring, vibrates deep in his chest.
i will always come back to you.