Duskfire Glacier where the horned one sleeps

Quietly, she allowed his touch, welcomed the warmth of his skin before pulling away as he spoke. "The talks of peace?" though she had not attended the meeting for her injury, the news of a tentative alliance had not escaped Satori's ears. Beyond that, she knew not what he referred to.

Life for the druid had moved at snailspace, while the rest of the glacier was a whirlwind, and though she did not mind being out of the loop, the quirk of a brow betrayed her intrigue.

"I am not aware of much beyond the meadow these days."