Sawtooth Spire to endure steadfastly;

Stag had no earthly idea of the places she'd been -- and truly, she had lived more lives in her short time on this earth than wolves ten times her age. Even if she had told him all that transpired, he still would not grasp the depth of the life she had lived. She was more than just Pri, though Stag had no idea of such; the fact she had earned more than her heritage was lost upon him.

He was naive, while she had lived and roamed the world. He had cloistered away, while she had climbed peaks he could only begin to fathom. He felt his guard slipping; she had been so many places while he had pathetically remained rooted. "Oh. What were they like?" He didn't want to admit he had done very little with his time since they had parted.