Sawtooth Spire aufgeregt

Would you rather I hate the wolf who thought they'd make a suitable home? she asked, stretching her lips wide in a churlish grin. Mahler was absolutely right that the foothills had never done anything to her, but at her core, she was a sea wolf. The only hills she was accustomed to were the sweeping grassy dunes marking the transition from inland to sea shore. The sprawling heights of Sawtooth Spire were unfamiliar and uncomfortable for her, and she automatically assumed she was going to get hurt some day.

Aren't you worried about the pups falling on them? She couldn't begin to understand how surefooted a cub raised in the mountains could be... someday, perhaps she would be the one scoffing when her cubs found sand slippery under their paws while she sailed easily over the coast.