Duskfire Glacier Blessed are the peacemakers

the polaris icefield held a certain sort of untamed beauty to it, wintersbane thinks. the glisten of ice in the dawning of a new day when the colors danced upon the ice; setting it ablaze. of course, it did not actually catch fire, remaining ever resilient against the caress of the sun. though it could perhaps be a chaotic sight: wintersbane finds peace in it. comfort, even; though he does not doubt it is because it reminds him fiercely of enok tundra and his brief tenure there.

the scream startles him out the serenity he's left in as he paces along the icefield and a mixture of concerned and territorial he descends on his bettering — now slight — limp and follows the pinpointed echo of the sound to it's origins. a man; a new recruit and one that must've arrived recently enough for wintersbane to have yet made introductions.

are you alright? wintersbane inquires without introduction; glacial gaze surveying as he assess the new recruit.