Sawtooth Spire This city's gonna break my heart.

Still the lioness did not sweep forward, instead opting to lay down on the ground behind her. Ciri, affronted at this blatant lack of support, swung her head to glare at her mother over her dark shoulder. In the absence of words, her piercing stare spoke volumes.

With a dramatic sight, the little Ostrega turned once more to the tiny trespasser. Anger simmered in her chest and her lips twitched, threatening to reveal pearly fangs, but she lacked in confidence to give chase.