Sawtooth Spire mach schnell

despite the bosom nature of sagtannet, little did phaedra know of the exiled praimfaya. she'd never kept company with the rumoured scattergood, a woman eager to smuggle herself into a dangerous pack as the contraband anlace to thrust into its heart, a pack their own sought not to get tied up with whilst imminent war forced them into a choke point. she'd been informed against her senseless intentions, and at the last verboten to go through with them, yet still she chose treason on the strength of an exaggerated self-opinion.

if it was not an act for sagtannet, it was an act for honor upon oneself, and honor was the death of duty, which begot the death of a pledged troth to what had been her family. 

ego was an unfortunate thing that many wolves defaulted to. even more unfortunate that it had been one of their own who seemingly surged with potential, but now she burned through a pyre of foolishness. 

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"ugh, never get used to it. beastly noise." the marten complained, scuffing at gibbous ears with his paws. 
falling end over end over some white averns with burs clinging to her fur, "ohf! whad is?" phaedra pressed. she pitched up her ears, grasping for the noise her companion mithered about and recognzed her mother's voice off by heart. alas, this was not a summons for her. it was insistent and plaintive; a correspodence that canvassed the entire territory and bid muster of their whole pack.
phaedra righted herself and furrowed her brow, glancing to caintigern. then, without a word, she bolted off and began sliding down the forested slope they'd conquered, yelling "c'mon!" over her shoulder.
perplexed by her urgency and invitation, the weasel lolloped and slew clumsily behind her. "why am i going? what's happening?" he asked as they crashed to the bottom and hastened on phaedra's behest towards the assembly gathering together. "something 'pordant, and you're pack, whether they know id or not." cain smiled appreciably, though he would much less appreciate if one of phaedra's kin tried to make a meal of him, so he elected to remain out of sight, scratching up a tree. 
shouldering her way through bodies big and small— she did a double-take towards the youngest members of court, a ... well upholstered ... boy, and a girl. a confused twist formed between her brows. "hi," she said quietly, then continued to push on through, taking care to avoid the lampblack silhouette of astraeus if he was present.
as her minikin body threaded through the sea of some unfamiliar faces, it wasn't long before she reached the frontlines where the pack's retinue stood waiting. the girl did not approach or seek the gazes of her mother or father, but rather looked strangely at stag, searching with a face writ demanding of an mansplanation for this congress. 
however abruptly, her mind arrived at its own rationalising.
very much roseate, phaedra gasped and impetuously blurted out: "he's back?! you found thade?" she stirred restlessly on the balls of her feet (with burs still gummed to her legs and her fur dressed in dirt), heartened ahead of herself as her glance quickly cast round the faces that had appeared so far in search for the missing ying to her yang. she balanced on her tippy-toes, straining to see over the much taller heads. 
in the trees, wedged in the crotch of a limb and hidden well away from the eyes of stickybeaks, caintigern sighed with sadness for her and laid his chin on his paws.