Sawtooth Spire mach schnell

Wylla wasn't expecting Mahler to have his own news. The lines of her face hardened when he shared what Praimfaya told him. The source of the girl's newer scars, she imagined. Wylla didn't know Praimfaya at all besides passing glimpses and hadn't bothered to ask what happened to her, but evidently, it had something to do with their neighbours. A fleeting, panicked thought ran across her mind.

You don't think they followed her here? Even as she said it, she knew it sounded ridiculous, but she also knew some wolves were hellbent on their vengeance. If Praimfaya's battle was worth seeking blood for them, maybe it wasn't a coincidence they were here in the mountains. The whispers of her paranoia were impossible to silence even when it didn't make sense.

Stag shared more, and Wylla's heart began to plummet. I guess it depends if they'd bother coming here, she said, casting a distracted look out over the river. Sagtannet's mountain valley was well protected, but they traversed it well enough. It wasn't impregnable. Difficult, sure, but these neighbours were already living in the mountains themselves. They had the fitness to make it. If they do, I'm not sure how well we can defend our position, she mused, focusing back on her companions.

Proud Mahler. From what she knew of the time she'd been away, these mountains represented a great deal to him. To defend them with his life might be his greatest desire.

And Stag. He'd never known anything but the Sunspire, his father's legacy.

Knitting her brows together, Wylla darkly said, the cost could be dire.