Duskfire Glacier absolute and pure

he studies astier, posture stiff, muscles tight beneath shadowed fur.
he offers a single nod, curt, acknowledging the greeting. voice low, a rasp edged with cold steel.
blackfell. he says. the kaan's warbringer.
a simple introduction. no need for pleasantries.
the warbringer shifts slightly, tail flicking, a restless motion betraying impatience. eyes narrow, measuring the other man as shadows swallow astier’s frame.
you’re new here. the words clipped, pointed. what brought you to darukaal?
his tone suggests the true question: can you be trusted, wraith?