Duskfire Glacier i'm cauterizing the veins you lacerate

snow broke beneath her paws as the woman crested the hilltop, wind curling her mane across her cheek. her eyes narrowed on the strangers ahead, her husband among them.

her pace slowed when she drew close, though her posture stiffened, guarded. she held herself tall, cold as the frost at her feet, and did not offer greeting. the strangers would see her wariness plain enough in the sharpness of her gaze.

but when her eyes cut to blackfell, there was the barest shift, steel softening. she stopped at his side, hip brushing his as she shifted her feet. "my heart," she breathed, "friends of yours?"