Duskfire Glacier we're timeless

She allowed him to stay a moment longer, breathing in the heady warmth of his fur and relaxing against the vibration of his timbre before pulling away, expression tinged with something akin to regret.

"Your warriors await you." Her voice held a finality to it, an edge of closure. Faust had preparations to make, soldiers to train - and Satori herself had work to do. Bloodshed would not mend itself, but if her Kaan kept to his word, there was a chance still to prolong it.

And yet she wished he would not leave. A self-indulgent desire, different to that she felt towards Gjalla; a wish that he would hold her here for one more night though the thought never left her lips.