Sawtooth Spire zusammenhalt

Mahler's wry comments made her think of Mal and her tall tale about hunting large game with Frolic. The Eisen wanted to know why she'd thought to raise the otter. He actually hit the nail on the head with his idle remark.

"That's exactly it: I knew I could enslave him to bring me fod," Quell quipped. "The truth is," she went on in the next breath, shifting as she scratched idly at an itch on her haunch, "the instant I looked at him, he stole my heart. I did raise him, hoping he'd teach me his ways, and as you saw for yourself, he did just that. And somewhere along the line, we became besties."

Now there was an itch behind her ear, so Q pushed herself into a sit to lift a hind leg and comb her claws through the soft fur beneath her lobe. "You got a bestie, Mahler?" she queried as she scratched. "G'damn, I need some lotion," she also muttered under her breath.