Sawtooth Spire zusammenhalt

This place would've made a perfect home for Frolic, if not for the fact that it lay in the heart of wolf territory. Quell sighed as she made her way toward the landmark known as Windholme, eager for a drink. She wasn't prone to melancholy in the least, though she missed having her friend constantly by her side. She wondered if she could ever trust the members of Sagtannet to let him live here safely.

She spotted someone near the water's edge and nearly yelled out, "Yo, dad!" when she caught herself. This wasn't her father. His coat was more of a charcoal black, his eyes lilac versus Wintersbane's blue. Q noted all of this as she trotted closer, her former sulk disappearing entirely as she noticed he was fishing.

"Oooooh, can I join?" the young Thrall said excitedly, springing up beside the stranger and waving her tail eagerly. "Fisher is my middle name!" she declared, even though it patently wasn't.