Redtail Rise feuersturm

stag seemed to have aged somewhat upon their journey. his life had never quite been easy, including their time upon sawtooth. the man pressed on with his rangy step, not yet sure how to answer. the rise here would have been habitable were it not for the visible puddles of rain collected, which suggested that this lower environs might be unsafe.
"do you see the mountain, there?" the gargoyle grunted, jerking his wet muzzle in that direction. "i am interested in stopping vhen ve get to that point." this locale would make for passable hunting grounds, but mahler had become accustomed to the mountains, and to the rock ledges he wished to return.