Sawtooth Spire I'm allergic to sushi - every time I eat more than 80 sushi, I barf

brownbit youngster at his borders. mahler dropped a kill with wylla and his young family, then strode to the jagged promontories from which he surveyed joiners. the gargoyle could be seen approaching from a distance, long strides pausing him several feet away.
nothing said, lilac stare darting over the young man. the summons had seemed urgent, but mahler had not seen this wolf before, and so saw no reason to pretend at familiarity.
waiting.