Larksong Grotto it's always you

warlord huffed, shaking his head. not all ice.
his paw moved again, tracing the landscape in his mind as he explained. there are caves. grasslands further down. big hunting grounds. his voice was sure, unyielding, as if he had already seen it, already walked its paths and named it his own.
he turned to satori then, his gaze steady, measuring. she had agreed—so easily, so simply. a flicker of something unreadable passed through his green eyes.
you will, he echoed, as though sealing a pact between them.

fade in your next;o?