Larksong Grotto peace is attainable

It was insulting.
The woman Satori brokers a deal for kinship,  the same one already set forth by Ayovi at the gathering. And how had Darukaal responded?
“No trade. We owe nothing. Keep your tongues. Keep your peace,”  the ivory speaks, bridging the gap until she stands in line with the bear.
The huntress had been willing to set everything aside. She’s been willing to bury her pride. But goodwill had meant nothing to them. It seemed fear was their motivator now— and here the glacial wolves sought to instill it also within the mountain. They took them for fools.
Her husband had spoken, and what he offered was far more polished than the steel waiting to be loosed from Ayovi's own tongue.