Duskfire Glacier set your soul on fire

Pausing her work for a moment, Satori puffed a breath of air against her cheeks at his response. "Oh, you are hardly an old man," she countered, though her tone held no bite. "But I understand." His desire for progeny, children of his own to secure a legacy here.

Tikigâk was her name. The very opposite of Lousine, by the sounds of it. She snorted. "No wonder she weaseled her way under your skin." Banter between friends was one way the druid found served to distract her from certain...other feelings, though she dared not name them aloud. 

But what he said next threatened to unravel her. Satori busied herself with tearing a strip of tough hide from a meaty thigh. "A generous offer." Her tone was muffled, though it carried the same humour as before. "What makes you think I'd choose you, hmm?" It wouldn't be until the snow fell again that her time would come, and Faust was no patient man.