Sawtooth Spire to endure steadfastly;

Praimfaya was not the only soul to stir under the breathtaking canopy of navy sky distilled by twinkling silver stars; Stag too found sleep elusive, and paced along the narrow teeth of Sagtannet's perimeters. He was a homebody much like Blodreina, and so, stuck to paths well worn by his paws. On one such loop through the territory, he became aware of footsteps approaching.

Besides Mahler (and Wylla, who used to frequent the borders but now had her hands full with puppies), there were very few wolves in Sagtannet that Stag expected to see out on patrol. He felt his fur stick up and a little flash of fear crawl up his spine; who could be out in the dark, and what was their intention here?

Clearing his throat and feeling far more small than his mein suggested, Stag's voice cut through the dark: "Hey! Who goes there?"