Sawtooth Spire stars are not small or gentle

Wylla was lying at the edge of a pool near the mountain's outskirts when Melkor's howl curled down from the summit, soaking her sore paws in the cold water. She angled her muzzle up to listen as one by one, additional voices joined his. She still wasn't sure what to make of the merger, so she waited until she hear Mahler's deep voice mixing with the lighter tones of Courtfall before she joined her own.

It wasn't a sweet howl nor a full-bodied one, but a high and ululating one. It rose above the others not in competition but in solidarity. She thought the territory was crap and she wasn't sure about all the Courtfall wolves who'd joined them, so she sang of victory mostly for her comrades from Diaspora. The rest would need time to make an impression on her.