Duskfire Glacier Celebration dance

faust's ears twitched at the nip, but he didn't pull away. he turned just enough to glance at her, slow, glacier eyes narrowing with the flicker of a grin.
it's a deal, he said, voice low and sure, already picturing the chase.
his gaze lingered on her, thoughtful. he liked the challenge. the fire in it. not many had dared to set such terms with him—not many still would keep pace.
i'll think on the prize. something quiet, promised beneath the words.
then he rose, stretching out his broad shoulders, shaking snow from his coat. we hunt at first light.