Sawtooth Spire and i'd call you atlas

Windholme it was. Stag's heart beat fast. He was elated they had taken a name of his - that it had been good enough. He tried to study each of them slyly - surely, there was no guile in either of their eyes that he could detect. Their affirmation was genuine! His chest practically burst with pride.

Distracted then by Melkor's gaze, he followed it to the river. Across the bank he saw one rabbit, then two -- their long ears and dainty noses twitching as they grazed between ribbons of snow. He wished to chase immediately, but both of the adults were still. Stag followed the two of them with a mute nod, ready to mark where told, and eager to return to the river once their establishment over the spire was firm.

last from me also <3