Sawtooth Spire lichtgebunden

he had been rather spoiled with a good deal of feminine attentions this year, though only one among them held fast in the doorway of his heart.
he was awash with a surge of anxiety. she had given birth before, but he was a large wolf. suppose nature played a cruel trick upon them both and —
— no.
"we are a rather cold aloof bunch," the gargoyle answered honestly, "but honest and loyal to vone another even beneath great strain. if you earn the trust of a diasporan volf, you have earned a great treasure indeed."
"but now ve are all sagtannet," mahler went on, drawing his gaze across the horizon rather lovingly. "and it is my hope that ve all vill come to share such a bond."