Sawtooth Spire zusammenhalt

too enamoured with his new discovery, mahler had not noticed that the girl's shivering did not end. he moved in without another word, fatherly concern buffeting his gaze. pressing the plush thickness of his pelt sidelong against quellcrist. nostrils breathed warmth across her nape, and his broad paws moved to cover her own with a light pressure. "raised by otters? i vould like to hear about that sometime."
when quellcrist had presumably ceased quaking, at least in part, the eisen motioned along the ridge. "the stones up there are flat and free of snow. they hold vhat little warmth the sun leaves. go and take it."