A/N: Again, the Stonefangs here are talking in their own language, I am just translating it directly instead of increasing word count.
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Back in Trogoth's Rest, heavy snowfall had begun, blanketing the jagged rocks and old bone totems in thick, white silence. The mist in the surrounding area had deepened, swirling low across the ground like crawling spirits.
Every sound—every breath, every boot scraping against stone—echoed faintly through the frozen vale.
After Kael and Gruumak had left to talk, the two sides had naturally drifted apart. The Velmourns stayed near the slope where they had first landed, their beasts resting and their weapons close at hand. The Stonefangs gathered on the opposite end, near the towering cliff wall where their chief had been sitting earlier.
The distance between them wasn't large—no more than twenty-five meters—but it might as well have been as big as an ocean.
Every movement drew a glance, every noise got a reaction.
