Duskfire Glacier where the horned one sleeps

There was a dichotomy in the way they watched the herds. New calves meant new life, meant more food for the wolves of the glacier, and here they were admiring them - not as hunter, but as some strange between.

Satori felt her own lips quirk as he parroted the phrase, leaning against him in acknowledgement. Although it was not the concrete answer she was after, the druid was content enough that Faust had taken her words to heart.

"Is there anything else on your mind?" She'd be here to listen, to advise him if needed.