Larksong Grotto who is your savior, and who is he saving you from?

Ascending the ridge behind his daugter, Hiram found the climb to be a difficult affair. She brimmed with a positive, youthful energy -- so much so that Hiram could hardly keep up with her skittering about. Yet, with a wide smile slapped across his face, he followed gladly as his daughter led him on yet another one of her excursions. This time, knowing that she was within the safety of the pack's borders, Hiram was set completely at ease.

"I'm coming Indy," he called back, panting. Thankfully, her pace slowed and Hiram was able to catch up. By the time he reached the bluff, Indra had found her prize. Clumsily, she took the antler in her jaws and soon toppled over comically from the weight. Hiram could not keep himself from laughing, but his chuckle was quickly stifled as she roused.

Look, she commanded -- and look he did. Such a find was impressive, and for a moment Hiram was reminded of his similar find in the maplewood; the moose head he had given to Tavi so long ago. "What a find!" He exclaimed after catching his breath. "D'ya know what sort of animal this comes from?" He inquired jovially.