Duskfire Glacier i'm cauterizing the veins you lacerate

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—ayovi feared them.

to this knowledge, blackfell cannot help but chuckle. those blood red eyes of his glinting with some faraway amusement, though it is dry and baseless, numb upon the tongue that rasps across his mouth. yellowed teeth clicking in consideration of his words.

it was not us she should have feared. blackfell looks at the man, and wonders what he might have to say about that. then again, perhaps he knew nothing at all. he was only her cousin.

the onyx brute of the glacier moves away from the couple, back up the ascent of the slope they stood upon. passing by them, a shadow upon the wind, and casting his longing stare across the long, distant slopes of the bosk iana below.

where @Gjalla had went for her hunt.

and her husband, ever the dutiful man, waited for her to return. over his thick, scarred shoulder, blackfell scents towards the couple. come, an invitation, extended in his native tongue and accompanied by the beckoning of a tilting head.

my mate hunts. eat with us.