Sawtooth Spire sometimes it's all confusing in a world so loud

He's not trespassing at all, Wylla just has babies in the adjoining Sleepy Fox Hollow and a yearling daughter who frequents Sawtooth Spire, and she's kind of a bitch even without all that!

Her thoughts ping-ponged rapidly; how long had this man been loitering around here? Had he run into Phaedra? Had he done something to her daughter? Did he have eyes on the hollow and was he planning something?

He apologized. It appeased her only a little. The fur on her back shifted, but she refused to flatten her hackles completely without some clear indication this guy wasn't a problem, and so far, he wasn't giving her any reason to trust his intentions. Wylla lifted her nose and sampled the air again, picking up the faint smells of baked rock and sand and wolves.

You from Mereo? she growled in a tone that said he'd best hope he was. He was big enough to match Kallik, which meant he was also big enough to be... Or are you some Saints fucker?