Duskfire Glacier i'm cauterizing the veins you lacerate

gjalla stilled at the small voice, unexpectedly familiar in song. her eyes sharpened on the girl as if to make certain she had heard true. after a beat, a smile comes—"thank you," she murmured, her mate’s warmth pressed against her jaw in the same breath.

her ear angled toward blackfell when he murmured, and the name he gave drew a rise in her hackles. skorpa. she did not speak, only hummed through her nose, a flat sound that told him she had heard and kept it. they had been no friends of darukaal, if her memory served.

"it is good to meet you both." she said,  "you've travelled far."