Stone Circle At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral

A man that bore striking familial resemblance to Stag's mother arrived. Stag, still tightly tucked to Takiyok's side, watched the male warily. At first glance, Siarut was an immense sight to take in -- Stag was particularly caught off guard by the northerner's eyes -- which were a simmering shade not so far from his own.

He dipped his head as he was introduced, glancing back to his mother in quiet insecurity. She was speaking artfully in their native tongue, yet for all of his teachings, words suddenly failed him now. He never knew what to say at these things, and preferred to mostly be quiet. That wasn't possible here, where he could tell both his mother and uncle were looking upon him expectantly, awaiting his response. "Hello," Stag said shyly, his tail held to the side in friendly-yet-unsure neutrality.