Duskfire Glacier everything after, nothing

a soft hm? is offered at the sound of his name upon her lips; an inquiry yet spoken. his gaze does not shift from the neutral territory outside the glacier; thus only offering her a fraction of his attention as he gives pause to mark a thinning area of scents. it is only as her question dances upon the air between them, processing in his mind, that he looks to her; considering. unlike the times previous that wintersbane has attempted to build his own kingdoms he has no rigid structure in mind; no religion. no expectations beyond survival. flourishing.

a refuge, the tundrian finally rasps after a moment. a home for any that seek one; a place where i hope to finally raise a family. because, of course, his own selfish reasons had to thread their way into the fabric of duskfire glacier's being. duskfire will be a legacy for any who call it home; one of our own creation. ideas were grand, he'd come to learn, but rarely did they come to fruition and thus he turns to simplicity.