Duskfire Glacier i'm cauterizing the veins you lacerate

Sega endured the exchange in silence, his ear twitching once when Svana’s words slipped into their tongue and were met with recognition. It soured something inside him— a briny sting that coiled low in his gut. A reminder that there were bonds she could weave with others that he could not touch, songs he could not sing.
But his face was a mask, calm as stone, hoof-scarred and steady. His eyes moved between Blackfell and Gjalla, learning the weight of their presence without uttering a word to disturb the moment. He would not bare the salt in his chest, not here.
When Svana leaned close and nipped him, he shifted slightly, brushing his jaw against her crown in acknowledgment, before finally letting his voice roll.
You… give welcome. Not cold. We… take it with thanks. His gaze moved from Blackfell to the tall woman at his side. A truly indomitable pairing. If you ask hunt… we give. Strong backs. Strong teeth.

he toxic on the down low ;-;