Sawtooth Spire vormundschaft

that was the end of that, he supposed. reneian empire was the next best, but he had nothing to offer at this time.  a nod to all praimfaya had said, and it signalled the end of their discussion upon moonspear. whatever fondness he bore the savage ruler there could be explored another time; he would not have a wolf of sagtannet travel so far in a fruitless journey.
reminded of how he had once sent sarcastic gifts back and forth between he and the last queen of the vale, mahler straightened. "i vould like you to go down into the steppes to search. there is a pack called the nightvalkers tovard that mountain range," he indicated, gesturing with his broad muzzle. "ask of them, please."
a breath. "i do not think his trail vill have gone far," for where might such a small boy go? and his heart cried that he must be realistic. "there is a great lake midvay betveen us. look there. but do not squander your strength, praimfaya."
he could not send her to climb stone ledges in search of thade, and he ached to accompany the honed yearling upon her quest. "do all in my name."