Duskfire Glacier where the horned one sleeps

Satori listened dutifully as he unlaid much on her. Peace in the north, a woman - Svalla - who threatened to unravel it. Her eyebrows knit in thoughtful disapproval. "You've worked hard for it. Do you intend to let her undo it all?" It was less a question and more to stir his thoughts, and though she did not specify, did not know how Faust would interpret her question, her voice took on an almost uncharacteristic firmness.

She wished not to see the woman punished as the forest had done to her, but Faust was a man of his own. In the end, it was he who would decide how to deal with a wayward wildling.

At his admission, Satori moves noiselessly to his side, brushing away the news of Lousine though her heart aches to acknowledge the feelings that come with it. "She was young, foolish. I hope she finds safe passage where she goes." And it is the truth. He is wrong then, to think he is the only one to burn. "Come, I want to show you something." Tail flicking along his spine, she begins to move to where a line of caribou dot the horizon.