Sawtooth Spire As easy as rolling off a log

❝it wasn't,❞ the tundrian laughs at his daughter. ❝but you are a messy eater.❞ he points out unabashedly, ripping another chunk of meat from his own rabbit corpse which laid fairly untouched at his paws. he wasn't used to conversing during his meals, in truth. ❝this territory is called sawtooth spire.❞ wintersbane explains, forgetting that she probably isn't aware of that though her previous explanation of barely remembering her mother and the mayfair man should've given him clue enough.

❝i've known a few wolves that used the territory or pack name as their last name. i was just making sure you knew you had options.❞ the tundrian says with a shrug of his broad shoulders.