Duskfire Glacier [m] Village song

the wind came down in sheets, sweeping through the bends of the glacier like a thing with breath.
faust stood still for a moment beneath it, tall and dark against the white world. ahead, the trail was sharp—hooves had struck into snow not long ago. caribou, maybe two. one heavier than the other. slow.
promising.
he turned his head to glance back. @Tikigak was there—silent, strong as ever. the same as she’d been the day she chased him through the moraine, demanding a hunt of another kind. they had not spoken much since. they did not need to.
today, the air felt different. clearer. like the world had opened its throat and breathed in deep. faust took it as a sign. the glacier would feed them.
he resumed his pace without a word, broad paws breaking ice and snow beneath. his breath came in thick clouds as he pressed into the winding path, toward the frozen riverbed, the beast’s trail etched like a promise.
this was not just for meat. it was a proving. a measure of his strength. of her strength.
of what might come.