Nova Peak gründung

Mahler whirled quickly, but Wylla was more spry. Not only due to being younger, but also being blessed with the whip-like genes of her mother. She dodged his retaliation with a playful growl and a nimble curve to her spine, wasting no time weaving in an effort to get behind him again.

She snapped at his tail again but missed. The falter that followed left her wide open to him; she wouldn't be able to bend out of the way a second time, or maybe she simply didn't want to. Dozens of tiny flowers were trampled underfoot; unlike observant Mahler, she never even noticed them. Instead she noticed the crisp air, the wide green spaces around the mountain, and the temporary absence of the grief left behind on Sawtooth.