Sawtooth Spire a city that endures

The howl roused her from whatever little game she was investing herself in. Which for Echelon could have been any number of things. But today she had set to tormenting some poor creature that had gone in a burrow with no exit. While not some expert hunter, she had set to digging and digging into that hole that for the most part, did not want to relent in give her an inch. Roots of tall conifers prevented her from getting too far, so that conjoined howl may as well have been a reason for her to stop her furious slaughter to nowhere.

She abandoned the site altogether to lope easy along the incline, making decent time towards the locale they had all been summoned to. It seemed like some sort of standard rally to her, so Echelon did not come with the haste that a threat would have generated. If anything, the threats that had been apart of their foundation thus far had gone quiet. For any other would it would have been relieving, but she relied on the spice of life to keep her interest in it. Above all else, she was a defender to their cause.

Echelon found the group easily within the next few minutes, weaving her way along a rocky path. She too, arrived to the rear of the group with an uneven lash of her tail. There were a scattered couple of faces that did not spark complete recognition within her, but she saw past them to the litter that played between them and their leaders. The puppies had grown quite a bit since she had last seen them, though her eyes hovered over Atuaserk before shifting curiously to Tonravik and Iqniq.