Duskfire Glacier Bathe yourself, in the light

faust came with the cold on his shoulders and silence in his eyes.
he approached slowly, his steps quiet despite the weight he carried. the morning light had not yet fully broken, and the sky stretched pale and hollow behind him. when he drew near to kaelith, he stopped—close, but not too close—and regarded him with a long, unreadable look.
morning, he returned, voice low.
he did not sit. did not smile.
there's trouble, kae.
his eyes flicked to the birds digging in the frost, then back to his brother. his jaw tightened, muscles shifting beneath his dark fur.
the saatsine. the name alone carried weight. they’re not like winterhelm. not like us. they answer violence with worse. they mutilated a woman—gjalla, almost killed her. his voice was level, but underneath it was a deep and grinding anger. not loud, not brash—just relentless. they call it justice. we call it barbaric.
his gaze darkened. we wouldn’t tolerate it. not in front of our own. a pause. sun eater—their chief—he’s got a long memory, and too much pride. now we stand on the edge of war.
finally, he looked back to kaelith fully.
i wanted you to know before word spread.