Duskfire Glacier Sun is shining, it's over

set after this thread early morning. @Akavir @Silvertongue

morning settled over the land in a hush, the sky still bruised with the last remnants of night as faust approached.
this time, he did not come empty-pawed.
dried meats hung from his jaws, cured against the frost, rich with the scent of preservation and patience. he found them easily—akavir, ever-watchful, dark-eyed and composed, and silvertongue, draped in furs as if she'd always belonged to them. he let the bundle drop before them with a quiet thud, the promise of sustenance thick in the morning air.
you look better rested, he murmured, voice rough with the weight of his own wakefulness. he flicked a glance toward akavir, measuring, then to silvertongue, searching for signs of how the night had treated them.
his own had been restless. too much still to do, too many pieces shifting on the board. darukaal was young yet, but it would be strong. and perhaps, with the right hands, it would endure.
break your fast, faust said simply, nudging the dried meat toward them. tell me more of your pack?