Sleepy Fox Hollow when you wake, you're bargaining

She followed his line of sight to the imposing peak. It was true that Wylla had reservations about Sawtooth Spire, especially after Thade's kidnapping. Her fears about the foothills had never come to fruition, but something much worse. They had thought the peak to be defensible, and she had thought it to be downright dangerous for anyone to even try, but that had not stopped some sicko from entering their territory and stealing her son away.

Her stomach flip-flopped. She couldn't be sure whether it was the pups beginning their movement or her nerves. I prefer it here, she admitted, it's quiet, it's small, and well protected. But it shouldn't just be what I want. I want it to be a home for all of us. That meant Mahler and Phaedra had to be happy as well.

Wylla suspected her daughter wouldn't have a preference. Whether they lived on the peak or next to it, she would always be able to visit her old garden there. Windholme. Her memories of Stag. She wanted Mahler to be happy with their choice as well. Rivenwood had meant so much to him that no place would likely feel like home to him the same way the bypass had, but that didn't mean she expected him to just settle.