Nova Peak gründung

literally never

wylla would be happy to see the lack of jagged teeth at the bottom of this mountain, mahler noted. it was far smaller, with a greatly decreased incline, but the more frigid air here comforted him.
the shadowpriest paused in a clearing bordered by golden larchtrees, where little white flowers with tiny yellow centers spread through a sprawl of green. it was different, not unpleasant.
as if he had summoned the keen-eyed she-wolf, a yank to his tail started mahler to her presence. too surprised to consider it, instinct took away, and the broad man whirled to playfully course for her shoulder.