Sawtooth Spire the art of war is of vital

true, they were here, here now and here togehter as sagtannet. the name was new on her tongue, yet it still flowed clearly through her head. it held purporse, it held value, it held meaning. for now, that was all what gracious needed in her family's name.

"yes, we are much stronger together." a simple phrase with powerful meaning. power meant strength in numbers, and sagtannet was full to the brim with wolves who proved themselves to be worthy of calling this mountain their home. she held little thought during the move, she had addressed her doubt but knew doubt hardly got her places. instead, she swallowed it whole like a pill and would let her stomach attack it; she needed her mind to stay clear and open.

"have you... faired well since her passing, wintersbane?" she didn't want to go into personal issues so quickly, but she couldn't curb her curiosity. the man was the closest to the undomiel, the sudden lost must have been great on him. she hoped he faired well, his front was cool, but she felt curious about the inside. "again, i apologize if this is too personal but... you were close to her and... i worried about everyone grieving, especially you." she hoped he gave himself enough time to heal his scarred heart.