Duskfire Glacier i'm cauterizing the veins you lacerate

Sega came on quiet paws, pale hide a soft blur against the white. Her trail was sharp to him, clean on the wind, and he followed it as he always did. Close. Too close, some might say. Yet in his chest, it was something like claim.
He saw her then, small shape stilled before a dark mountain of a male. Red eyes like hot stone, heavy and still. Sega’s fur bristled, tail lifting with a slow, controlled sway.
He called low, voice rough, a grumble in his throat. His eyes cut to the stranger, then, taking in his battleworn physique. He wonders if he has seen him somewhere— it was familiar the way he carried himself. Like the men who used to live upon the mountain.
He stepped closer, close enough that their fur brushed; falling against him if she moved backward. The cold bit at his teeth when he bared them just enough to flash, although it had been more of a reaction to the wind. However, one thing was clear. She was his to guard.