Sawtooth Spire It's only been about a couple of days

Wylla shot Mahler a teasingly affronted look, quirking her lips up at the last second to indicate she wasn't being serious. As if she was going to go lie down in his den, though. Between them existed a number of inside jokes but her favourite was the one where he'd offered himself at the borders of Grimnismal and she'd prodded him about his intentions. Taking up residence in his home, even occasionally or temporarily, would make that joke harder to maintain.

So she snorted mirthfully before swinging her course away from his and delving deeper into the valley, intent now on finding first a favourable location to begin searching for a den.