Sawtooth Spire All that you are is all that I'll ever need.

it was a haggard-looking man that trailed up through sagtannet to meet his young family. wintersbane was disappeared completely; mahler tried not to think of what might have happened to the man. the pack now belonged to he and wylla, and he had given much time to the pondering of their dynamic.
he came upon them as nyx' gilded fur caught the light, and approached with waving plume to greet her. "it is a good day," mahler said softly, before he turned a craggy grin upon elke. "it is a big vorld, honigfrosch," the gargoyle murnured, before his lavender gaze swept to ciri.
she had found a fascinating rock; mahler watched carefully as his spawnling mouthed the hard surface. "ciri, mein entdecker," the eisen murnured, worried despite himself, "vhat have you got?"