Duskfire Glacier i'm cauterizing the veins you lacerate

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—what was her name?

blackfell remembers. the woman who had claimed the heart of his brother in juxtapose to the dishonorable norseman of the northern peak. her sapphire, glinting eyes and the hiss of her strong voice. he sees her now in this man.

blackfell raises an eye, not scrutinizing, but in observation. draping it against the pale features of the man, pressed so closely, so securely, to the woman he cares for. in turn, she does the same. blackfell huffs. breath blowing visibly from those deepening nares of his.

blackfell gestures with a heavy paw to the very ground beneath the two strangers. the thickening ice they roam upon now, what had once belonged to his cousin, and by familial right, him. here. and that is only half the truth, isn't it? but it's the truth blackfell had come to know. my clan has moved on, but i remain.

darukaal had been home.

ayovi, her name is distant on his tongue, winsook. they are gone. why?

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