Duskfire Glacier the cellar door is an open throat

youre good <3

his rumination is interrupted by a strange voice; he turns, taking in the woman's appearance with a slow sweeping glance. "oh, just wandering," samothes answers at length, adopting a casual tone, "looking for -- a distraction, i suppose." it occurs to him that there does cling the scent of others to the ice, dismissed originally as wolves going about their day, but now he wonders. "i haven't trespassed on anything, have i?" he asks, recalling the creek's early days -- when it was still ravensblood, when he was still sure of himself -- when it was three in number but fiercely protective of their claim nonetheless.