Sawtooth Spire brandzahn

wintersbane's indictment of hydra was the other side to the gleaming obsidian face he had seen upon the mountain. for his brother's sake, he would not speak of the elven woman who had been given succor by the moonspear wolves. but in his heart he thanked both the fierce ostrega and the sylph for bringing him to this iteration of hydra.
"if you are trained by her, then i have little fear for sagtannet," mahler grunted, "even if it is power she vishes." between the three eisen, there was no shortage of teachers, only those who needed to be taught.
he shook out his ruff, licked a scarred lip. it was upon the tip of mahler's tongue to ask after wintersbane's plans or lack thereof to sire children this year, but decided it was moot. "i knew a volf from blackfeather woods. maegi. she brought elfie vith her."