Sawtooth Spire zusammenhalt

He gave a name and title both, which elicited a small nod of acknowledgement from Quell. Her dad had probably mentioned Mahler during the tour, though she didn't give it much thought. The Eisen no longer held her attention. It was now fixed on the shadows and shapes lurking beneath the water's frigid surface. Q inhaled sharply, wishing Frolic was here, though she gently pushed that thought aside even as she bore in mind the tricks she'd learned from the otter.

Quell leaned forward over the water, muscles quivering. When the moment to strike arrived, she did not simply try to scoop with her foreleg, like a cat might do. Instead, Q thrust her entire body into the water, heedless of its bitterly cold temperature as she plunged in after her target. If all went according to plan, she would snatch the fish in her teeth and resurface. But this was a miss and her head broke the surface with a gasp shortly before she scrambled back onto dry land, shivering and without anything to show for it.

Despite this, she offered Mahler a toothy grin, wondering what he thought of her oddball approach. "Learned that from an anthropomorphic hot dog," she declared, giving herself a shake before resuming her crouch. In her experience, it would take some moments for the fish to drift back this way, though they were pretty stupid creatures and their return was inevitable despite the splashy disruption. "They'll be back," she thought to murmur to Mahler.