Sawtooth Spire For thirty minutes bet we played that game

All wolves one day leave their homes, she said with a rolling shrug. Naturally, she hoped that Stag would lure someone back to Sagtannet and they would stay for all their days, but she had to be realistic. She'd left home when she was scarcely over 6 months old. Not intentionally, mind you, but she'd still left and she'd turned out just fine, depending who you asked. Maybe she'll already have left hers when you find her.

The muscles in her jaw tensed slightly when he asked about Mahler. She didn't want to talk about that. She didn't want to think about that. They could've been mates if she wasn't so stubborn and insistent on proof of his fidelity, but she was far too busy being mired in paranoia and jealousy for that. She couldn't bear the thought of tying herself to Mahler only for him to promise Nyx a second litter the following year, or any female a first litter, because she "deserved it". She held her fellow Eisen at arm's length on that assumption.

No, she said, a little more firmly than she intended. He has too many other obligations.