Sawtooth Spire For thirty minutes bet we played that game

Wylla thought he might say something about exploring the world or seeking his place in a different pack or trying to form something for himself—typical male yearling aspirations. Instead, Stag seemed content to remain a Sagtannet wolf for life. She admired that he knew at least that much at his tender age. She couldn't say she was even remotely decided on her future when she was a year old.

She was four now, and still undecided on the trajectory of her life. She wanted to say something about it, but became hung up on his nervous bluster about getting a girlfriend. Latching onto that, Wylla cracked a grin and shot him a sideways glance. Got your eye on any pretty little ladies?