Larksong Grotto it's always you

faust shrugged, tearing another bite from the carcass before licking the blood from his lips. his gaze was steady, calculating, as it drifted beyond their meal, past the plains, to where the horizon sharpened into jagged, glacial peaks.
he lifted a paw and pointed toward the vast expanse of ice in the distance.
there.
his voice was low, certain, like the weight of the world rested behind it. the glacier stood, massive and unwavering, a fortress carved by time itself.
we will claim it.
eyes flicked back to her, gauging her reaction, waiting to see if she understood. this was no idle wandering. this was purpose. this was a beginning!