Sawtooth Spire sunlight

it was the flash of cardinal red that rode the stranger's shoulders which had caught mahler's eye. lilac gaze followed the woman as she rose, rose, rose; then paused.
while the borders of sagtannet were jealously guarded, their claim was still new. with cubs soon to be born, the gargoyle saw no bother in being overly cautious.
and so he watched, and when her silvered voice pealed out, mahler coursed through a small copse of heavy old birch and stalked to the borders.
she was more powerfully built than he had realized, but since the founding of their clan upon sawtooth, the man had become harder, more aloof. and so his hackles bristled proudly upon his spine; his amethyst gaze was unforgiving, impassive, silent.