Sawtooth Spire lichtgebunden

the woman was full of thanks, a full-fledged rose to the budding antics of some others within his ranks. mahler was pleased, humbled, made softer by the praise she granted. sagtannet had been a joint effort, but her appreciation of he and diaspora especially quelled the mutiny against her presence that had risen within the gargoyle.
"eat vith me," he invited. his lilac stare roved over her features. "vhat is your name?" surely the she-wolf would have a name that reflected her gentility. "how long vere you vith the court before the merger?" came mahler's next question, as he reclined in the snow to await her answer.