Sawtooth Spire You must've gone and put a spell on me

Sure, if you try hard enough, she said. Deliberately egging on a kid's aggressive side probably wasn't the best idea, but hey. Sagtannet needed capable guardians. As long as he didn't go trying to jump anymore logs, Stag had promise. Wylla was sure with a little training he could be one of the pack's best. It wasn't like the wolves from Courtfall were really warriors. From what little she knew of them, they were intellectuals, although she'd yet to confirm it by speaking to any of them.

Y'ever touched sap? I bet if you could get some of that shit without getting it all in your fur, you could stick anything you want anywhere you wanted. An abrupt image of a skull artfully affixed to Stag's ass briefly crossed her mind. She chose not to comment on it, though she couldn't help a snigger from slipping through.

You mean outsiders? She pursed her lips, torn between answering honestly and answering with her own opinion. Yup, they're all stupid as a pile of rocks. Better sticking to your own crowd. Some wolves out there are just plain insane.