Sawtooth Spire zusammenhalt

frolic. so this creature had a name. he wondered how she had tamed it, considered how odd it was that an animal usually used for meat would approach even a young wolf. more questions would be forth-coming, mahler supposed.
he had been intending to leave quellcrist then, pursue a patrol of the ever-large lands, but the girl's voice billowed out in promise to answer the inquiries he had shelved for now.
while the musiker did not know what a hot dog was, he snorted a riff of laughter at her copycat tones ducking off the rocky edges, and climbed up to where she lay. the warmth enveloped his shoulders; he sat some feet away and leant with eyes half-closed into the wan embrace of sunlight. 
"i am full ears," the eisen grunted conversationally, butchering the phrase but unaware.