Duskfire Glacier guard

Her words were met with quiet, contemplative perhaps though his face betrayed nothing. For a moment, she sat and studied the scars that littered his dark muzzle, wondering where each had come from. From his father, or a war he did not speak of yet - the possibilities tugged at her heart.

But he was resolute in his conclusion, and Satori's lips drew tighter, his voice a statement as if to convince himself more than anything. I have enough. "Good." She would not press further.

Turning to leave, the druid first shoved a sprig of lavender towards the man with an invitational wag of her tail. "For you - I have plenty to spare."