Duskfire Glacier I am the cut that ends foes—

the cougar’s struggle was fierce, but faust felt its strength waning. his teeth sunk deeper into its neck, but the puma fought back, a desperate, wild energy coursing through it. tikigâk’s grip on its limb was unyielding, snapping with a crack that echoed in the stillness, but the cougar fought on, thrashing in a final attempt to escape. faust growled low, pressing his weight down harder, feeling the animal’s muscles twitch beneath him. the blood from his shoulder dripped onto the ground, warm against the cold stone beneath them.
the cougar’s eyes were wide, desperate. faust could feel the pulse of its heart under his paws, erratic, frantic. but it couldn’t keep up. the fight was leaving it—slowly, but surely.
he shifted his position, locking his jaws further around its throat, pinning its body to the ground as tikigâk held fast, her strength adding to his, ensuring there would be no escape.
it was only a matter of time. just a little longer.
his breathing was steady, measured now, as he waited for the moment when the cougar would finally surrender. his eyes flicked to tikigâk, meeting hers in that brief, unspoken exchange of trust—of knowing. they were close now. so close.