Duskfire Glacier don't build my cities with what could get taken back

He guarded the place well enough, stalking about to make sure there was no direct threat. Most days he slept off the dull heartache that had taken root upon being alone again. Part of him felt like he was healing but it always seemed like he had his worst days after his best days.

In a tired haze, the older male roamed around the glacier's lands. He was eager for change despite still holding on to the past. It seemed the fates listened to him though. There in the distance was a silver figure. They were not that haunting shade of ivory that seemed to plague his thoughts. They were youthful beauty.

Aleks had not realized he had halted his movements, staring from a distance while lost in his thoughts. The older male was practically nothing more than a smoky shadow on the horizon; far too interested in the silver dame.