Sawtooth Spire lone star

The lone star wasn't exactly pensive when it came to his actions, willy in spirit and awfully starved, he gave Wintersbane one sniff from as little as a rabbit's length away and determined that the man was, in fact, his mother. To think, the first event the encouraged his legs to make their first prints in the world was the call for food from a stranger who could not provide it. Astraeus had no idea it was a product of the wilds, and what exactly did he know? Well, now to walk for an example. Ah, but the promise of a meal egged him on so, lumbering his puppy fat and warming himself with his finder's belly. Where was the breast? He cried as he swayed from the vibrations in his chest, his eas pinned back and nose to pinpointing to the sky.