Jade Fern Grove lying face up on the floor / of my vessel

It was such a strange combination: he spoke crudely yet eloquently, all at once. Larkspur marveled at this for a beat before pressing her lips tightly together and bobbing her head. She always hunted alone these days, so she wasn't sure how two strangers might coordinate on such an endeavor. Besides that, she preferred her own company and wouldn't normally accept an invitation so readily. But there was something intriguing about Tadec—and she was hungry—so she followed up her nod with a quiet, "All right."

He began slinking through the grove, so Spur followed after him, minding the carpet of snow underfoot and keeping her steps as light and noiseless as possible. She swept her surroundings with her bright gaze, her whiskers twitching as her nostrils flared to drink in the myriad scents of this frozen jungle.