Sawtooth Spire Minuet

edited to include his wounds oops

his thoughts were the same as the ones carried by wintersbane. sagtannet was tense, protective of their new lives and the ones yet to arrive. and he, the father of the first. lip curled in annoyance. surely any beast with sense would understand that such a retinue would be seen as aggressive.
he arrived to flank wintersbane, drawn up to his massive full height with charcoal ruff flaring indignantly. there were moments for pleasantries, but the tension of his co-leader suggested now was not the time. ears flicked to hear the last sentence spoken.
what sort of leader did not travel alone at times, especially during what mahler assumed was diplomacy discussions? his amethyst stare was hard as he leveled it upon the trio, keeping silent for now. the healing slashes across the left of his face ached, but did not change his expression.