Sawtooth Spire lichtgebunden

gracious was hopeful for the future of sagtannet, and he could not help but become touched by her mood. his mind flared with an image of sarah; for some moment, the soft, poignant words of his new packmate had reminded him of the silver woman. he must see her, and soon.
"what role do you see yourself fitting here?" mahler inquired. gracious had the aura of a healer, perhaps even a teacher. sagtannet already held the rich histories of both former packs; perhaps she could carry forth that lore. there was nothing truly to indicate her age beyond the butterwarmth of her presence, the confidence of her steady gaze, a nuturing assurance to her words. motherly, maybe, was the best way to describe this pretty virtue.