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

mahler was never good with birthdays, but he knew stag must be nearing a year. something should be found for the boy to do. he thought of his last conversation with hydra, grunting beneath his breath as he picked up the young man's scent and followed it to where stag turned a rock beneath his paw.
saying nothing initially, mahler settled close and turned his gaze upon their view. "i remember the day you vhere born."