And break the frozen heart.

She approached with something akin to apathy, and a question of curiosity, yet when he turned his eyes upon Manauia, he did not sense from her the wonder that he felt. So Malachi shifted his gaze to contemplate the Glacier again. He supposed the ice didn't look like much. In its base form, it was, after all, solid water and packed down snow. But there was something about it that enthralled the man in ways he couldn't explain, and it was this marvel he tried to put into words for her. "It's powerful," he finally settled, sweeping his eyes across the vast landscape before adding, "It's something to discover."

Because in truth, the sheer novelty of the Glacier was what drew him near. His duties were a necessity, and he patrolled the borders because that was what others expected him to do. But after seeing every tree and rock that lay in the jagged path marking their claim, Malachi yearned for something more. Still he voiced this desire to no one, and did not speak of it to Manauia now. His packmates didn't need a leader who wished to wander. They needed someone who dedicated their whole heart to protecting the land they'd claimed and watching over the wolves within it. And Malachi felt his heart in half of this, but for as long as he led, he would pretend to love both, for that was what was expected of a leader, and that was what he would have to do.