Sawtooth Spire the frog king, or iron heinrich

phaedra was upon him with a huntress' ease, vaulting across thade as if he was not there. mahler chuckled, snorting at thade's best efforts. a retch, and the meal was delivered: hot half-chewed meat that left its delicious mark a second time within his jaws.
he settled himself some feet away, grinning briefly at wylla before his attention returned to their scuffling brood. they were evenly matched, mahler decided; the difficult event at birth did not seem to have hindered phaedra. she was as boisterous as her brother, and he joked inside the skullpan of his heavy head that perhaps thade ought to look out for his princeling crown to be stolen as well.
content to lay and watch them, his lavender eyes followed their squabbling and scrambling with an affectionate glow.