Sawtooth Spire siedlung

mahler hid a grin. of course stag would be too young yet to understand, and so he gave a nod of validation, swept on into the snowy underbrush. "you have been traveling," the man commented softly, unable to keep takiyok from his mind, nor the dread that stag would be departing.
he had always been fond of the child, and that sensation had grown inestimably since inviting the boy to sawtooth.