Nova Peak [nd] Nįwa

of course!

Free. The man’s eyes sharpen. Lowlight flickers across the woman’s high cheeks, illuminating the fine frost around her muzzle, the wind-chafed velvet of her ears. She was sweet— her offer indeed a northern warmth the mongol had not expected of the mountain wolves.

“Can’t accept free,” Jamukha cocks a brow, as if in deliberation. “How about a dance?”