Redtail Rise feuersturm

"about two," he grunted. stag had proven himself in many ways since before they departed sagtannet; mahler thankfully dropped the veneer of distance he used to cushion his words to the young. the boy was youthful, but he had earned the respect of mahler answering him as anyone else.
"i think vith the rain, yes," the gargoyle sighed. "vylla says the stream vhere ve vonce lived is swollen, ruined. unsafe. it is best to be high until these long storms pass." that was his reasoning for such, after all; he blinked through the droplets toward stag, shook out his ruff no matter how futile it might be. "how do you feel about sagtannet taking allies this time?"