Sawtooth Spire unordentlich

Stilled only by the command in his mother's tongue, Stag nosed along his dam's tattered fur; the scents here were myriad and alien. He pulled away helplessly, holding Mahler's gaze as he explained he had found Takiyok among the rubble.

He bit his lip; this was all his fault. If he hadn't been a chickenshit, if he had gone with his mother like she wanted instead of leaving her, she wouldn't have gotten sick. "I'm so sorry," he breathed as he tried to hug her, feeling grief wash over him like the brace of a horribly cold wave. "Sick -- sick how?" His eyes pleaded what can I do??