Duskfire Glacier i'm cauterizing the veins you lacerate

Sega’s ears flicked at the dark one’s words, and he glanced to Svana as she tapped her chest. A small breath eased from him— good. Brave.
She… do not speak our tongue, he said, rough-edged but calm, brushing his shoulder lightly to her side in passing. A quiet reassurance meant only for her.
His golden eyes cut back to the dark male. I am Sega. A pause where he could catch his breath. Wolves of Big Sky are plains hunters. We live with wind. Herds. Open.
He stepped along the ice behind Blackfell, tail swaying low, the weight of his gaze steady and unbothered now that their names were known.