Sawtooth Spire beruhigen

a flame. she reminded him of the foxfire annaliese, who had burned out of diaspora quickly. tail flagged with a momentary dominance, a powerful energy borne of adrenaline, but mahler found composure. "coyotes," the man grunted. "but no more."
she was dark-accented with a pair of striking green eyes, but he wondered at the she-wolf's bearing. "are you hurt?" the man asked, stepping forward with a logical concern limning his tall form. she was one of sagtannet, but he had seen her except in passing. "i am mahler, vone of your eisen."