Duskfire Glacier free folk

@Faust <3

after her loss, the wildling woman set out to the far southern borders of darukaal in search of reprieve. a quiet place to lick her wounds. her steps are heavy as her body aches; bruised but not broken. fresh wounds still stinging as bitter cold bite them, and blood still dry against pallid and ruffled fur. she does not sulk, as she cannot find it within her. instead, she bares the wounds with pride. Faust had claimed his victory, but she had claimed something far greater.

tucked away between crags and boulders lay a hot spring. it's steam rising above pine and stripped oaks, beckoning. it was within those warm waters she rest. letting the bouyancy of the water cradle her, easing the ache in her limbs. soothing the pain she'd shouldered. her fur laps at her sides in whisps, the dampness revealing svelte muscle that she allows to relax as the warmth cocoons her. with a gentle sigh, she allows the weight of the burgeoning war and emotion ink away.

and yet, her guard never lowers. ears turn and twitch at the sound of distant footsteps crunching against snow. with a sigh, she speaks. "you're staring." her tone relaxed, holding no bite as it usually does.