Bearclaw Valley the new rogues

Sorry for being so slow with Karst!!

There came a black mass slithering across the white. He thought it was a shadow at first and looked up to the sky, where the whiteness was a few shades darker than the snow, but saw nothing. A glint of light touched those dark eyes and he lowered his gaze again, and when he recognized it was not a shadow but a person, his chin lowered a little bit. There was malevolence in that stare — Karst instinctively covered his throat, and debated returning to the emptiness of the storehouse.