Sawtooth Spire lichtgebunden

a crooked flicker to the edge of his mouth. "many vomen find it distasteful that a man should vant to be inside the den," mahler murmured simply, "but i did not allow myself to be shamed for it." why would he? his skills were great, the gargoyle knew, to rival even that of the woman olive.
"last year i helped to vhelp two litters. i oversaw the post-partum time of two more mothers, and vas called avay to tend the premature birth of an ally." strange now, the recounting of it. lilac eyes shown with a momentary warmth. "this year, the children that come into sagtannet vill be my own." strange then, too, thinking of such things.