Duskfire Glacier where the horned one sleeps

An enemy? She stiffened, the fur beginning to rise on her spine as she grappled with the weight of all he said. Only now was it truly beginning to sink in the damage this Svalla had caused. The carelessness.

Satori had lived through war before. Seen the consequences, the death of her mother, and the mending of broken alliances in the form of marriage. Though it had been quickly dashed to pieces by her own reckless advances, the druid was loath to see violence befell the glacier. Not more than it already had. Not if there was another way.

"I could speak to Winsook, negotiate another agreement to suit both packs, if this alliance is something you want saving." She knew not what that might mean for Svalla. Her heart ached. "They may take more kindly to a woman." Would they? Had it not been a woman to cause this mess?