Sawtooth Spire We were talking for a minute, then some guy tried to cut in

Come on, then, Wylla said, poking her head into her den to survey the inhabitants. @Phaedra and Thade were there, of course, and whoever had chosen to serve as their babysitter for the day was still there as well. Her son was peacefully dozing for once rather than gnawing on everyone's ankles, so she decided to let him lie and prodded at Phaedra with a chilly nose instead, hoping to rouse her daughter for a walk.

We're going to go to Windholme today, she shared, emerging into the chilly spring sunlight and leaning forward in a limber stretch, hindquarters high in the air and tail frisking enticingly right at face height for Phaedra. Can you say Wiiiindhoooolme?