Duskfire Glacier burn

the battle finished with Faust declared the rightful victor, her blood still rushed. a sacred, primal hymn that was a thunderous rush in her ears. her heartbeat frantic and wild, strong and unrelenting. she did not fight him any longer as she ease beneath his bruising weight, as a true warrior always knew when to lay their arms to rest. his victory did not wound her, even as a wildling raised to never bow but to break. and it is because deep down, past the fractures and facade she wears, she needed this. needed this loss, needed this connection that sprang forth.

she takes her loss with pride, not with ire. pale fur wild, stained, and unruly; dried blood settling against her skin. wounds she would tend to long after, as for now she embraced the pains and aches. his teeth lay near her cheek. it ignites a new fire within her, one less battle-hungry and more yearning. she is satisfied for now. her laughter bubbles between them, winded but no less true. "there is the man i missed," she muses. eyes searching for his to hold, her paw gliding to rest where his heart beats in his chest.

it's beat is heavy beneath her touch. true. she doesn't speak for a moment as she just listens, feels. "you haven't changed." came her heavy murmur, followed by a smile not so wild.