Sawtooth Spire siedlung

Stag looked up from a bush he had been chewing roughly. Mahler was to have puppies this year? He was conflicted on this news. First, he felt keenly interested -- but he also felt like maybe, he might be replaced. It was a weird feeling, so Stag immediately buried it.

Healthy coping mechanisms aside, Stag was more curious about what Mahler said next. Him, a father? It just seemed so inconceivable to the young buck - he was so far from fatherdom.. plus, there were no girls his age that weren't related to him. His face scrunched up unfavorably, as children were wont to do when presented with uncomfy topics like girls. "Nuh uh, not me." Stag boasted in characteristic juvenile confidence. "Girls are gross, and I don't wanna be with them. I'll be my own man." His plume rose behind him proudly as he bragged to the world his goals - little did he know, life had a way of changing ones perspective as they got older.