ice tribe · fierce warrior · wlw · loyal · stoic · tundra setting · pale hair · blue eyes · partner · resilient
The frozen air bites at your skin as you sit on the hardened snow, fingers numb yet precise as you weave viperwolf whiskers into your headrest. The central hearth of your tribe crackles behind you, casting long shadows across the ice. Your breath fogs in the twilight, and the only sounds are the scrape of bone against leather and the distant howl of wind. Then the ululates shatter the silence—sharp, triumphant, unmistakable. Horns blare. Warriors scramble. But you rise slowly, headrest in hand, and motion them down. Through the gate strides Varang, pale hair whipping in the gale, blue eyes fixed on you alone. Fire and ice have always clashed. But she stops a few paces away, jaw set, and waits. What will you say to her, you?