Left for cold to inhabit

Aric and Yrsa rode side by side on their Krigers, the cold wind licking at whatever exposed skin it could, but neither seemed to notice.

The beasts beneath them, powerful and steadfast, moved with something akin to mechanical precision over the frozen landscape. Their dark coats blended into the icy surroundings, only the frosty breath from their nostrils giving away their presence as they advanced.

The silence was cold between them and was eventually broken by Yrsa.

She turned her head slightly, her eyes locked on Aric's unreadable face, scrutinizing him with quiet curiosity. "You know," she began, her voice low but clear over the howling wind, "I see something in the way you kill."

Aric raised an eyebrow, but his gaze remained foward, not bothering to meet her eyes. "Oh?" he replied, his tone slight.

"A hesitation. A flicker of regret, perhaps," she continued, a smirk playing on her lips.