Otter Creek oh, how can this be? i’ve finally found peace

❝indeed it does,❞ wintersbane concurs in a way that could not, by any stretch of the imagination, be wistful. in all truth, he is very glad he does not reside upon the coast and not sure that he ever could. he felt better with solid dirt beneath his paws; and no risk of getting tiny, grating particles stuck in unsavory places. ❝i'm pretty content upon sawtooth spire,❞ wintersbane admits in response to her inquiry. ❝though the height poses its own set of risks, i suppose, i enjoy being up there.❞ looking down upon the world. perhaps it occasionally sparked to life the god complex that his father had once ( and probably still did ) hold. perhaps, wintersbane considers, he should be more afraid of the height sawtooth boasted but, in a strange twist it does not bother him.