Larksong Grotto it's always you

Yellow eyes traced the scars of his foreleg to where he gestured to a distant blot of white. A glacier, nestled among the mountains, a terrain not unfamiliar to the druid though her eyes narrowed in concern.

"You wish to live on the ice?" It would be cold, no? Especially in the depths of winter. Satori almost shivered at the very thought, but Faust was resolute and she doubted her own small voice would be enough to sway his decision.

It wasn't like she had any other direction to follow, and so she found herself nodding slowly. "I will claim it with you, if that is what you wish."