Sawtooth Spire mach schnell

Private for @Mahler and @Stag for right now!

Wylla made sure to put a good amount of distance between herself and the rendezvous before tipping back her head and howling for Mahler and Stag to attend her. She stood upon a low ridge overlooking Windholme as the sun began to set, where she hoped crafty puppy paws would have a hard time reaching. Phaedra was good at making herself scarce these days, a fact that regularly made her heart hurt, but the girl still had a penchant for showing up at the worst times and overhearing things she ought not. This discussion wasn't for prying puppy ears.

She'd been fairly nonchalant at first about Eleuthera's warning—what kind of imbecile would try to climb Sawtooth Spire just to cause trouble among their flock?—but the more she thought about it, the more worried she became. Sagtannet flourished with pups. Putting her personal feelings on the matter aside, Wylla knew they could risk none of their youngest lives. Considering the cubs made up at least half the pack, and none were capable of fighting, she doubted they were well positioned to repel an invasion.

And from the sounds of it, one was bound to come.