Sleepy Fox Hollow when you wake, you're bargaining

It made her happy, Wylla recollected, although she spent little time fostering Phaedra's interest in animals. To her, it was like playing with food. Their daughter didn't smell like prey so often in adulthood as she had as a pup, leading Wylla to conclude that if there was some creature hanging around her, it was long gone now. She wondered if it was the source of Phaedra's great melancholy, but knew instinctively that that was rooted deeper.

She brought me a snake once, she shared as they crossed the open plain between the forest and lake. She thought it was a worm and dropped it on my face while I was sleeping. She named it Tulip. Wylla remembered flinging the hideous thing into the bushes. Phaedra stormed off after that. It was not a fond memory for her, and likely not for her daughter, either, for different reasons. She hoped fervently that none of their new children would share that love of animals.

The waterfall came into view as they approached the bend in the lake, and Wylla paused to turn and take it all in. Even encased in ice, it had a flow to it that was pleasing to look at. It would never cease to amaze her how winter could still even a mighty waterfall. She didn't like the cold season much, but it did have its wonders.

Why did we ever leave this place? she asked aloud, stirring the air slowly with her tail. Sawtooth Spire was well protected, it was true, but this vale was well hidden and defensible as well. What had driven Mahler to go high in the mountains instead of forming Sagtannet right here?