Northstar Vale drenched Mads, tear in eyes Mads, drinking hard Mads, naked Mads in freeze

"Dagwood,"  the words leaping from between lips without near any thought. The merled yearling was tenacious, courageous; she had seen percisely what stuff he had been made of when last they had winged out of eagles, once upon a time.  "And Gracious, and Tundra, I think."  One patient, another fierce — and with some thought of another more, five should certainly be enough for an outing.  "There are many plains, many valleys ... though, I am not as familiar with ze Taiga as I once was, truly."