Duskfire Glacier i'm cauterizing the veins you lacerate

Sega’s ears flicked as the dark one moved past, his heavy shape cutting the wind. The words were strange on his tongue, and he wondered who his mate had been in this vast landscape. 
He leaned to Svana’s side, brushing his cheek along her jaw, a low rumble in his chest meant only for her. Safe. With him.
Then his gaze lifted to the mountain brute ahead. Your name? Sega asked, voice rough, clipped.
Golden eyes returned to Svana, soft for a moment. He stepped after the dark male, taking the lead in front of Svana, and gave her flank the faintest nudge to follow.