Sawtooth Spire and i'd call you atlas

Stag's long ears turned to Melkor as the male spoke of a daughter. Like any boy, this was an interesting factoid to Stag. Maybe later he could pull an ear or bully her into play as boys were wont to do. Or not, since it sounded like she didn't live with her father. Disappointing, but Stag didn't remark on this, and his head was turned from the male as he flung snow every which way, rubbing his scent along a young pine sapling.

Suddenly though, the mood in the room shifted. He looked up and found Mahler's gaze upon him, and realized the two Adults were expecting him to name this place. Uhhhhhhh... He looked desperately around them, trying to draw some sort of inspiration from their surroundings. Everything he thought was just.. lame.. and he didn't want them to laugh at him, or be disappointed. "Ummm..." So there were trees. Wind. Lots of stony peaks. Snow everywhere. Something winter? Maybe with a sprinkling of holm or hold?? "Wi- Windholme. Or um.." He felt a little nervous and couldn't help a cheeky joke as he looked at Mahler. "Vinterpeak."