Larksong Grotto it's always you

At his agreement, Satori's steps grew lighter though she had not forgotten their purpose, happy now to hunt by his side.

When he paused, she did too, the teachings of the forest present in her slow-slung crouch. But Faust was a man who knew no subtlety. Words caught in her throat, for there was no stopping an arrow already loosened from its bow. Certainly, there was no correct way to hunt a deer, but her heart ached to see the doe's eyes flash white in fear as the wolves bore down upon her.

It would be over swiftly. A silent promise, though the sound of their approach - or rather Faust's heavy pawsteps - startled her into running. The druid was at her side in a flash, a burst of speed propelling her past the warrior man to bite at her hindleg in an effort to slow her down.