Larksong Grotto peace is attainable

Faust stood on edge, but Satori did not go to him. Instead, the placed all four paws on solid ground, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her cheek to hide the pain of her healing leg. If Winsook sought weakness, they would find only strength here.

The Baskaan had relayed any information of importance on their descent, and it was now that Satori watched a ragged man approach. "Skorpa," she greeted, concealing the way her nose wrinkled at his stench with a bow of her head. The words of both leaders acknowledged, the druid stepped forward, looking wildly for Ayovi and finding her perched above, listening, judging. 

"I am Satori, of Darukaal," her voice was level, betraying none of the uncertainty she felt. "I understand one of our own has broken truce. Has stepped foot on your mountain without permission. Rest assured, she will be dealt with accordingly." A glance to Faust then, an unreadable fire in her eyes.

Her mind drifts to the caribou hunters, the rogue woman who also disobeyed their treaty. "There is no telling when more enemies will rise, when the north will be tested. We would be stronger together, don't you think?" For this to work, they would need an incentive. Satori wracked her brains. "I propose more than just tentative peace. I propose an alliance."

She let the words hang in the frigid air for a moment. "Warriors, food, healing," she gestured to each of the gifts in turn. "Darukaal would be at your side should you need it, and you would do the same for us." This would be the first time her idea was voiced to Faust as well. A lump formed in her throat; how would he feel about it?