Larksong Grotto it's always you

And so she was herded from the valley, each swipe of his teeth spurring her on a way before she let him catch up. When he did, she would nip playfully in return, dancing away into the snow with all the renewed vigour of a songbird set free.

Her shoulder brushed against him then, a hunt! At least Faust was true to his word. It dawned on her then that he might simply leave her here alone while he worked. While the druid had no doubts that he would return, she wished not to let him out of her sight for fear he might simply vanish into the snow. Such a thing were possible, you know.

"Do you need a hand?" Pushing ahead, she found the trail with ease, eager to have something other than rabbit on the menu. "Deer happen to be my speciality." It's not like he had much of a choice to let her tag along now.