Sawtooth Spire siedlung

Stag absorbed this lesson in silence. He didn't like Zarya, but he didn't want to kill her either. He just wanted her to leave them alone. The prospect of 'any number of futures' seemed an ominous expression, and it caused Stag to think long on what Mahler meant in that regard.

In the end he was too young to think so broadly, so he followed after Mahler with a curious aspect about him. They were making their way down the slope, and eventually, they'd come to the snow-rimed oasis. "Is it always like that?" Stag asked, hoping it wasn't normal that they had to constantly fend from trespassers. In his opinion, Zarya had been a highly irregular wolf.. but he didn't have much experience with his own kind. Maybe they were all like that.