Sawtooth Spire siedlung

Stag was thrilled to be invited alongside such esteemed company. And of all the wolves Mahler had at his disposal, he picked him!! A little pep was in his step as he trotted gayly after the General, tongue lolling as they trowled past snow-capped vistas.

His eyes went wherever Mahler favored. He slowed as the General spoke of the mountain, his eyes inquiring. He was ready to learn whatever it was Mahler had in store for him -- and while he would never admit it, in the wake of Stigmata's death it was often Mahler Stag attempted to embody, recognizing him as a distant paternal figure in his life.