Duskfire Glacier Celebration dance

@Dione when you have time :)

the snow was crusted in places with old melt, hardened again by night. faust’s stride broke through it easily, his pace unhurried as he led her upward. the path was well-worn by now—carved through frost and wind and time. not many walked this far with him. fewer still were allowed to stay.
he glanced over his shoulder only once to ensure she still followed, pale against the stone, sharp-eyed and quiet.
ahead, the glacier unfurled like a great beast resting its belly to the earth. jagged rock formations rose from its base—twisted columns, wind-carved hollows, crevices made warm by furs and fire. this was the heart of darukaal. where the dens lay. where the warriors slept, and the young were raised.
faust lifted his muzzle, motioning toward the clustered stone.
dens, he said simply.
his voice, gravel over ice.
an offering. a beginning.
his glacier. her choice.