Duskfire Glacier We Light the Way

d: 4, a: 16

faust’s side burned from the impact of astier’s strike, a sharp gasp escaping him as the cold seared through the flesh. he staggered, the pain driving him to a halt for a heartbeat before he regained his balance. his blood began to mingle with the snow beneath him, staining the white landscape. but faust didn’t flinch. instead, he growled low, eyes narrowing as the Wraith’s next move became clear.
as astier lunged low for his leg, aiming to unbalance him, faust’s instincts kicked in. his weight shifted quickly, but not fast enough. astier’s teeth found purchase in his calf, sinking deep and drawing another grunt of pain from the kaan. the icy sting of the bite shot up his leg, and faust hissed as he fought to remain steady, the cold intensifying with each movement.
his retaliation came swift and brutal, fueled by the agony of the wound. with a snarl, faust twisted his body, aiming for astier’s flank. his fangs found their mark, sinking into the other wolf’s side. the strike was harsh, designed to wound, to draw blood—a warning that faust was not so easily toppled.