Silver Moraine chase

faust listened, taking her words as they came, steady and unwavering. he appreciated that she did not press him, did not challenge what he already knew to be true. he was kaan. darukaal was his. there was nothing more to it.
but he could tell, too, that she saw something else. something unfinished, something still waging its own war inside him. maybe she was right. maybe there was something he needed to kill.
but it wasn’t going to be today.
so he let out a breath, a slow thing that misted in the cold, and let a small, crooked grin tilt at the corner of his mouth.
that isn’t my way, either.
it was a simple confirmation, nothing more. a truth that needed no extra weight. he stood by what was his, fought for it, bled for it. no leaving. no abandoning.
his gaze slid to her then, to the sharp cut of her, to the fire in her. she was fierce, feral, something untamed yet deliberate..
hunt with me?
it wasn’t an order, but it wasn’t quite a request either. something in between. an invitation to something they both understood—to sink teeth into flesh, to let instinct take over. to fight for something worth fighting for.