Duskfire Glacier and anything before is nothing

the gratification of revenge, wintersbane knows, may not be instantaneous; and in that he is fine with. just so that the foxes learn that their acts of petty aggression would be met with equal retribution. though he desires to fill the glacier's caches with their meat, he would ultimately settle for chasing from them the territory.

wintersbane makes a small, noncommittal hum in the back of his throat as she mentions that it's sweet. he supposes it is; but then again he'd always been a mama's boy — before unfortunate twists of events had torn him from her and then her from the world of the living in full.

his limping steps slow as they draw near a fox den; his nostrils flaring. he knows them to be nocturnal creatures but they appear to be absent of it he deduces as he sniffs 'round the den's mouth. he positions himself over the den and begins to scratch heaps of earth into it's entrance like a wolf-made cave-in.