Sawtooth Spire the frog king, or iron heinrich

luckily for the upstart little prince of sagtannet, mahler returned to the densite with a belly full of rabbit. he found the weaning portion to be quite new, amusing at times — the gargoyle had forgotten what it was to vomit so often for his plucky children.
he swept proudly to their doorstep, urging the children to him with a low chuff. dark plume beat at his heels as he turned his affectionate gaze toward their mother. yet his lilac eyes cut to thade in the last moment, and mahler feathered light lips overtop the boy's scolding head, chuckling as he nudged phaedra and waited for one or both of them to summon their meal from his gullet.