Sawtooth Spire when i've always been distant, and i've always told lies for love

Stag had come to the startling realization, several days too late, that he was now a year old. It felt strange, almost surreal, to arrive at that sudden epiphany. It was like the days kept on going, and this was just another revolution that didn't matter.

He kicked a rock around absently, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips. This meant somewhere out there, his siblings had passed that milestone -- alone, just like him.

Feeling so very isolated from what mattered, Stag sat in the damp grass and pulled the stone close, scowling at the rough exterior of its features as he turned it within his paws.