Duskfire Glacier i'm cauterizing the veins you lacerate

— blackfell watches them quietly, the younger pair.. he does not miss the heat in svana's cheeks, nor the way she reaches for the blond male without hesitation.

it stirs something quiet in him: recognition. it's the same feeling he had when he first learned the shape of gjalla’s soul. when he felt the weight of her shoulder beside his and knew he would kill for her without ever needing to be told why.

you are young, he says, to svana, not unkindly. his voice is a stone turned by time, rough but not cruel. but you speak well. and you love with your teeth. then to sega.

come, hunt with us. for today. for tomorrow, we see.

his flank brushes gjalla’s, gesturing for her to lead the hunt.