Duskfire Glacier set your soul on fire

"Seems our Kaan can't go a moon without the touch of a woman."

In a moment of downtime, Satori returned to a recent ox kill to gather what she could of its hide. Most had already been stripped to line the dens, but what still clung to the legs would serve as wraps for wounds and herbs alike. @Faust accompanied her, and now sunshine eyes came to meet his with teasing humour.

His womanizing tendencies were no secret to her. Lousine for one had been the first and certainly not the last damsel to warm his sleeping place, and the presence of a woman in season upon the glacier had been nye impossible to miss. "Is this one here to stay?"

faust’s lips curled into a smirk, the edge of his grin sharp as a blade, eyes glinting with a flicker of something darkly amused. i’m not getting any younger, he echoed, the weight of his words hanging in the air, dripping with the undertones of his years, of battles fought, and of things he’d long since stopped questioning. he met her gaze coolly, steady as always.
tikigâk was stubborn, lingering outside the borders, he continued, his tone softening ever so slightly. one of the best huntresses i’ve met. a flicker of something akin to respect gleamed in his gaze, though it was gone just as quickly as it came. you’ll like her. i think.
the teasing edge in satori's voice did not escape him. he chuckled darkly, leaning back slightly. his gaze lingered on her, searching for any hint of judgment or amusement, before he turned away.
it's customary. she chose me for her season. with that, he returned his focus to the task at hand, as if the question itself had never truly bothered him at all. i would do it for you, too.

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.

faust chuckled softly at her words, his gaze cutting toward her with a smirk that only hinted at the amusement behind it. blackfell is eligible, too, he said with a quiet shrug, eyes glinting as though testing her for a reaction. but he is wed. his voice dipped slightly, a casual remark laced with unspoken intent.
he leaned in just a bit closer, the weight of his presence almost palpable. but you... you don’t seem the type to settle for anything less than the best.
his words were teasing, but beneath them, there was something more. a challenge. a lure. his own desire was tempered by the quiet confidence of someone who knew his worth.
i don't take kindly to being passed over, satori, he said with a quiet growl, though his grin never faded. so choose wisely.
his eyes held hers a moment longer than necessary, the unspoken invitation clear. he wasn’t interested in being just another offer to choose from.
and though he had a mate, he’d never been one for marriage. there was a difference, after all, between choosing someone to share time with and someone to share everything with.
he just hoped she chose him.