Sawtooth Spire sunlight

it seemed as if she had prepared a rote recollection beforehand, but this did not affect mahler's opinion of her. a capable wolf, driven out through jealousy. such a concept was insensible to the man. was this the truth of what had happened, for it felt nonsensical that a strong woman of breeding age might be thrown from her pack.
perhaps she did not wish to speak of it. mahler pressed on, charcoal ears flicking with interest. "another of our eisen carries my children," he revealed conversationally. "respect her, and i see no problem arising."
wylla was a thorny sort, and would put ikkuma through her paces, of that he was certain. but she was devoted to her pack, hard-working, and recognized this in others. the woman alongside him seemed similar in demeanour.