Sawtooth Spire zusammenhalt

Quell huffed a laugh when he called her "you little rogue," though she did what he asked, making a show of zipping her lips before returning her focus to the waters. She hadn't seen the trout, though as the silence stretched between the two wolves, she did see shadows lurking in the deeps. Q mentally coaxed them upward, even as she wished Frolic was here. He could dive much faster and further than she could and wouldn't hesitate to go after one of the shadows moving far below.

Soon enough, a medium-sized trout drifted closer to the surface. Paying no attention to Mahler and whether he wanted to try targeting it, Quell repeated her earlier method and shot herself into the water. It was a noisy bit of business, not to mention cold and very, very wet, yet when she resurfaced this time, there was a fat fish clenched in her jaws. She made a whooping noise around it even as she paddled toward shore and hoisted herself back onto dry land beside the Eisen.

Without ceremony, she dropped the flopping trout at his feet and then gave herself a solid shake. Unlike her otter companion, Quell lacked the dense underfur overlaid with longer guard hairs, working together to insulate and waterproof Frolic's lissome body. She felt the chill down to the marrow of her bones, especially after two dunks, and her teeth chattered as she gave Mahler a toothy grin.