Larksong Grotto peace is attainable

“You’re still going. Why am I not surprised you cannot accept ‘no’ for an answer?” Taut words from a tighter mouth. Faust’s offer is as ridiculous as his sudden desire to play noble knight. The irony, then, that the glacier is the threat to the North.
Ayovi was even willing to see Satori’s sensibilities, considering her the singular Darukaan to use their brains before their fangs. Until her final statement, which succeeds only in coaxing a rippling  maw from the ivory— as if peace was only about Winsook’s consideration when Darukaal had made their motives known. War. Contempt. Disrespect. Invasion.
The baskaan himself had admitted to Ayovi he had no control over his glacier.
Skorpa is silent, signaling his desire to end this meeting. He has nothing more to say, and anything his wife wished to add would certainly ignite its own war. A look of pointed ice casts between the glacier wolves before holding fiercely over the kaan. Her mind stipples in their memories.
“Go home, Faust.”