10/19/2025, 5:17 PM
her gaze cut sideways across the tundra’s vast glare, landing on the dark shape of him. the distance between them was a palpable tension, a near tangible line drawn through the snow. some part of her wanted to bristle, to meet heat with heat, but saatsine soil was no place for bravado. not when his kin could be hidden in the pines or crouched behind stone.
her head tilts, ears fanning back against the wind’s snarl. her breath steams between them:
the woman's tail stirs against the snow, a slow sweep.
her head tilts, ears fanning back against the wind’s snarl. her breath steams between them:
i've no interest in fighting you, cen.they both knew how it could end. the scar she’d left—pink and ugly against his shoulder—seemed to burn in the weak light, and guilt, or something close to it, knotted deep in her chest.
the woman's tail stirs against the snow, a slow sweep.
"you said my family owes a debt,—and in defense of her honor,—
perhaps it should be repaid. let us be done with it now, rather than live in resentment.
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