Duskfire Glacier Trouble in the Stepstones

he tilted his head, watching tikigâk's approach, feeling the warmth of her press against his side. her touch grounded him in a way that words could never do. faust’s lips twitched into something faintly resembling a smile as he met her gaze.
we hunt and fight, claim what is ours, and protect what we’ve built. darukaal was born from blood and claw, from wolves like us. a people made by their choices—strong, unforgiving, loyal to those who prove themselves. we are made by our battles and the kin we fight beside.
his eyes flicked to anore for a moment, her stillness giving way to something deeper, more personal. there are no strangers here. darukaal is a family bound by survival.
he let that hang in the air for a moment, before he glanced at draugr, taking another bite of meat. we fight as one, we feast as one, and we remember the blood spilled for this place.
the words were straightforward, simple, but heavy with the weight of their meaning. faust’s gaze hardened slightly, his posture more commanding now as he let the message settle. we welcome you, but remember what it is to fight alongside darukaal. our strength lies in unity. we claim the land, and we protect it.
with that, he leaned back slightly, his eyes tracing the terrain beyond. what of your own claim in the south?