Sawtooth Spire aufgeregt

Talk about a blindside. All this time, Wylla had been calling Mahler by his last name and failing to come up with any funny jokes about it when all along, his name was, Gustav? Oh. My. God. She winced almost at the same time he did, lips curling into a smirk. Yeaaaaah, I guess if my mom didn't love me then I wouldn't use my real name, either.

Lusca loving anyone more than she loved herself was debatable, but at least she'd had the good sense not to name her Doris or something.

A happy coincidence that Mahler suggested giving the children their own surname. She didn't think she could handle giving them Mahler as a last name, not when she knew her fellow Eisen as such. Not that she would call him by that anymore when she could teasingly call him Gustav instead. Probably a mistake, telling her that. What's this mountain called? she asked, having never thought to wonder before. It was maybe a little cliché to name cubs after their home territory, but no one ever said she was creative.