Sawtooth Spire to endure steadfastly;

They shared a moment that to Stag, was sweet: as one of the strange outliers of the pack, he was neither old enough to be comfortable among the adults, nor was he young enough to excuse hanging out with Sagtannet's newest batch of youths. That middle ground was surprisingly lonely -- something he had sensed but not totally been aware of until Praimfaya was before him.

His tail wagged amicably as Praimfaya laughed. "Can you teach me?" He had very little knowledge of fighting, and from the looks of it, Praimfaya had much hard-won experience. Stag's expression fell as Praimfaya mentioned mistakes: how? They were so young -- he had many regrets, but he didn't think of them as mistakes. "I feel fine for it. What do you mean by mistakes?"