Duskfire Glacier and anything before is nothing

for a while they travel in silence; and wintersbane's ears rove atop his skull, picking up every noise from the breath of iana somewhere in-step with him to the whisper of the wind against snow dusted leaves in the trees. to keep the silence from making his skin crawl, associating it with the breathless seconds right before the collision of the flaming sky rock against the spear, he focuses on the sound of his heavy, uneven gait as the snow crunches beneath his paws.

loud and giving.

stealth had never been his forte but it was worse in the healing of this cumbersome wound.

the sound of his name upon a whisper draws a twitch of his ear and a glimpse of glacial gaze over scarred shoulder towards her; monetary. his gaze flickers back to his path of paw-prints to accompany the scent trail.  yes?