Sawtooth Spire and her heart within her remained bound

Cameo. Feel free to ignore.

All its searching had turned up nothing; the subject had disappeared from here and from the surrounding areas. This was a shame; there had been such promise...

Now it was returned to the land foretold, crouching statue-still in the middle branches of a scraggly tree. The two shewolves were far enough away that the bird would be unable to hear what they might say to each other, but the great black shadow watched them intently, regardless.

Particularly, its atramentous eyes followed the movements of the paler, younger creature. Something solemn and dissatisfied swam deep in those two black, depthless pools — something solemn and dissatisfied and, yet, clearly intrigued.