Sawtooth Spire aufgeregt

Don't you worry, Mahler—it was an absolute certainty that that name would come out in only the most embarrassing of situations. Names like that were made for loudly screaming in the throes of passion, weren't they? No matter when or how it happened, getting her kicks out of it was a guarantee he could count on.

He revealed the mountain's name and she couldn't hide a grimace. Ugh. Sawtooth was a pretty cool name, but all she could think about was pups bouncing down the sharp mountainside. Not the most inspiring imagery from a surname. Might as well call them Sharkbait or Chum, she said resignedly, since those foothills will chew them up and spit them out.

Or maybe, just maybe, Wylla's difficulty with the foothills was purely her own and her kids would grow up to be excellent climbers. Nah. Couldn't be.