Sawtooth Spire Minuet

he tilted his heavy crown. alliance? a lift of his muzzle; mahler stepped closer, amethyst eyes resting on the pretty sylph. his own hackles had calmed, though like wintersbane, the gargoyle remained wary. "ve are sagtannet. vhat sort of alliance do you suggest?" 
there were many ways to make such. blood was the most promising one, and his mind drifted to the yearlings in his pack that would eventually disperse. why not to the empire? but he kept such progressive intrigues to himself, letting his body fall into lines that thawed the initial heaviness of his arrival.
northstar vale. where courtfall had once reigned. what would wintersbane make of it?