Duskfire Glacier I am the wrath that topples armies,

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— a pregnant hare hung limp from his jaws. a meal he had caught for his wife, and had been on his way to deliver her when he heard the crunch of ice behind. clipped ears twitching to a rise upon an onyx crown, as crimson eyes swivel.
head peering over muscle-bound shoulder to see the dark form of the woman tikigâk. faust's flavor of the month, a stray thought that hits like a bullet and he must resist the crass twitch it might have pulled upon his lips. she has caught him in a relatively good mood—to say, he was not brooding—and he offers the friendly twitch of his tail.
cutting sharply, turning to face her, letting the hare land with a thud upon the snow-packed earth. tongue traipsing a scarred, silvered face to lap away the blood that lingered and settling a cold, unfeeling stare upon the approaching bitch. she smelled distinctly of his cousin; his chin lifts slowly in reaction, nostrils flaring in two thick gusts to inhale more of her.