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So he had answered correctly. The boy's eyes lit up in pride, and he puffed his chest a bit as they continued to study the valley below. Only one thing didn't make sense to Stag, and he voiced it quietly, concern writ across his visage. "Are we in danger of being under attack?" His voice was quiet, filled with a boy's innocence: who would attack them, and for why?

His gaze followed Mahler's, back to the glittering plains. Suddenly the mountains that rose like teeth around them didn't look so welcoming, after all.