Sawtooth Spire siedlung

As they walked Mahler marked. Stag, if he was not so young, might have been able to do the same - for the time being, he could only rub his scent along landmarks. He did so by scratching roughly in spots near (but not on) where Mahler had marked. It would do, for now.

Stag had yet to learn to think very far ahead. Thinking of puppies this season made him grapple with an uncomfortable reality. He was Diaspora's baby, their puppy -- but now... now he would be pushed out by new whelps. The thought made him both distressed and curious - for he was growing, and growing into a new role alongside Diaspora.

"Are you having puppies?" Stag asked curiously after scratching roughly around a rock.