Sawtooth Spire For thirty minutes bet we played that game

Stag hadn't thought of it that way at all; he snuck a glance to Wylla to decipher whether her ribbing was meant cheekily, or not -- was it really okay to find mates in separate age groups? He was young (and dumb) enough that Wylla and Mahler seemed like they were the same age.. In reality, they were almost as far apart as he and Phaedra.

He didn't know that, though for now he entertained both of Wylla's suggestions. Maybe as one grew older, the age gap lessened. Or maybe it didn't.. He kept pace, not at all annoyed but certainly perplexed with the newfound world Wylla inavertedly presented. "That'd mean I'd have to leave here, though.. or.. she'd have to leave her family, too." Stag bit his lip, not liking the idea of pulling someone else from their family -- he assumed naively since he cared so much for his family, that all wolves were the same. He would soon learn that was not the case for many. "Maybe someday, though." He looked down, realizing he'd selfishly been the subject of their conversation for a little longer than was polite. "What about you? Are you and Mahler mates?" He hadn't quite wrapped his head around that, and felt ashamed to ask so boldly.. but his youthful mind insisted he needed to know.