Duskfire Glacier [m]I hear it all, I hear it all in my head

faust’s eyes narrowed as he watched the woman, her posture defiant, too sharp for the moment. the air between them crackled with tension, but he didn’t react immediately, letting her words hang in the cold air. the quiet hum of his patience settled in the space, though his nostrils flared slightly.
come, he said simply, his voice low, but carrying weight. show me. his gaze flicked to tikigâk beside him, offering her a reassuring touch of his nose to her shoulder. i know, his touch whispered, and she would understand. she had made her point. now, it was time to see if the woman would rise to the challenge—or fall to the ground beneath the pressure.
he stepped forward, movements fluid and steady, but not hurried. the hunt was a test of more than just skill; it was about trust, understanding, and dominance.
stay close, faust murmured, his eyes flicking to her with a brief glance of reassurance before turning back to the stranger. we hunt, and we see if you’re truly what you claim to be.
his stance shifted, ready to move into action. his words held no further venom, but they were clear: prove yourself.

i can start new!