Duskfire Glacier unafraid

faust stirred before the sun had crested, already accustomed to the sounds of snow shifting, winds curling, and wolves moving beyond the denmouth. but it was her bark—sharp, familiar—that brought a flick of his ear and the slow lift of his head from crossed paws.
he rose without rush, the roll of his shoulders shedding the last of sleep. her face in the hollow made him smirk—already eager, tail likely swinging like a banner.
you’re early, he muttered, stepping into the crisp air where the horizon blushed faintly with dawn.
his eyes narrowed, assessing her readiness, her bite of energy. she burned like a spark in the snow.
winner gets choice of the next hunt’s prize,” he decided plainly. whatever that may be. meat, hide—company.
a beat. then, with one brow raised, a wry edge curled at his lip:
you sure you want to play?::