Sawtooth Spire I was drunk, said I was sober, and you said yeah right

four weeks. mahler was quick to join the little family of his, though so swift-growing they were that he could scarcely believe it. as they tumbled after wylla, gleaning all sorts of new scents and sights from their surroundings, he hovered close, more watchful for opportunistic raptors than he was any members of sagtannet.
star was given an approving glance, and phaedra's antics provoked a brief smile to climb the forbidding crags of his dark features. the mink was given a cursory stare; he was more interested to see how his daughter would react.
compelled, mahler joined the girl — her little body butted backward against his ankle, and he lowered broad muzzle to sweep her eartips reassuringly. "that is star. she is vone of us."
surely his words would mean far less than even he knew, but it was important to sew the seeds of such lessons early.