Sawtooth Spire vormundschaft

praimfaya was a hard girl, undeniably young, though with an experienced, scarred bearing older than her age. mahler watched her approach and swayed his tail in answer, nodding with his heavy crown toward the lamb. "eat, if you are inclined." 
he glanced toward the horizon and its darkening gold; he thought of phaedra; of wylla; of stag. of nyx. of elke and ciri. of wintersbane. how his family and expectations of such had shifted, become inexorably tied to endless amounts of labour.
none of this was fit talk for praimfaya, by distance and age alike. and yet mahler had recalled her icewrought mother, of verx. wolves carved from the stone of sea-cliffs. and the elf — 
he drew in his breath, cleared his throat. "ve must search outside sagtannet for thade."