Sawtooth Spire to endure steadfastly;

Stag was two seconds away from calling for reinforcements; he did not want a repeat of the last time he was alone with a stranger. Feeling his fur prickle along his neck, he couldn't help the arch of his tail and the dark scowl that accompanied his features..

Until 'Praimfaya'. Why did that sound familiar? His gaze was flinty as he squinted, sizing up the 'stranger' with slow dawning realization that she was not a stranger at all. There was something about her that seemed familiar, but what? She was his age, which made him a bit flustered.

It had been months, and her puppy counterpart was only a ghost in his memories, but it was there all the same. "Weren't you in Diaspora..?"