Sawtooth Spire and i'd call you atlas

More of Mahler's quiet praise; Stag preened inwardly, but smiled in return. He watched as Mahler turned to inspect an evergreen, and made to do the same by an adjacent bush. You can never be too vigilant, Melkor imparted -- and Stag nodded dutifully in response.

A quick glance at Melkor, who Stag felt must also be a General, confirmed the male was doing much the same thing as Mahler. Learning from both, Stag pounced upon a small sapling and rubbed his shoulders vigorously against it, leaving tufts of white between blades of silver-green pine.