Sawtooth Spire Minuet

before long, mahler joins him at his side and wintersbane acknowledges his fellow leader with a small incline of his head before his glacial gaze returns to reiko where it rests. ❝thanks to you and easy,❞ wintersbane rasps with a grateful tip of his head. ❝i never got to say thank you for saving my life.❞ even as he says it now, his gratitude alone seems to pale in the comparison to the life debt he owes her. 

are you in trouble? he wants to ask, but the two wolves flanking her appear to be more than enough to protect her from initial assumption alone and ...he is not a wandering mercenary anymore. those days are long and far behind him. ❝we live in uncertain times,❞ wintersbane agrees; for while he doesn't trust all these wolves gathered at sagtannet's borders and the tension refuses to unknot from his muscles he does not begrudge her, her entourage.

❝what can we do for you?❞ he inquires.