Sawtooth Spire and so she spoke chiding the heart in her breast

thank you. praimfaya says, with more sincerity than she felt she's spoken with in a month, at least. though there is a hesitance at living upon the ascension of the sawtooth spire — an ingrained fear of meeting a death like her mother's own — but she is wanheda. if she could stare death in the face again and again and again then what was fear? merely something to be conquered. i will help with the goufas in any way you see fit. whether it be sitter or train them to hone their instinctual fighting skills, she was willing. praimfaya joins him at his side upon his invitation.

when you say sagtannet is part diaspora ...what is the other part? though she expects not to know which pack they merged with. when she'd led beneath dacio's tutelage she had only been concerned with immediate packs — moonspear and nightwalkers largely. an error, she realizes. regardless, she is curious and figures that knowing the history of sagtannet might better help her with intercepting stragglers at their borders.