Sawtooth Spire the frog king, or iron heinrich

The boy-caesar fixed Wylla with a frustrated look -- for she was not taking his needs very seriously -- and repeatedly tried to provoke her into summoning Mahler, with her little-known magicks, to the portal that was their denmouth. He was unaware of the looming demand for his attention, of the angelsoft stalker in his midst, but Thade would learn to keep a side-eye out for his sister in due time. For now, he was saved only by the darkening of their doorstep; the arrival of the black-hooded doktor turned meat dispensary.

The urchin was right on his sister's heels as they crowded the tall wolf. He was too eager, too chin-chasing, to notice that Phaedra made for a sound obstacle to his father's mouth. He buoyed around her, bobbing up and down and over, in his attempt to meet the fresh spill before her.