Sawtooth Spire aufgeregt

Oh, but I vould, she cheekily replied, pitching her voice low in a poor effort to match his own. She didn't fail to catch his eyes wandering over her belly and in a dramatic display, made to awkwardly cross her limbs and protect her modesty. Ha, like she had a single modest bone in her body.

Great if only I could stop dreaming about rock slides, she replied. It was a poor jest. She hadn't dreamed of rock slides at all, but Mahler was aware of her concerns regarding the mountain's safety. They would be tested before long, and perhaps that was the day that Wylla learned that wolves, even little ones, weren't as fragile as she liked to think.

I'm fine just, y'know, hungry all the time and useless, she said, reaching pathetically with her forelegs for the fowl in an effort to appear helpless. Damn you for cursing me with this affliction, she groused.