Sawtooth Spire racing in my mind, doing 100 in a 60

tacking on an end since this is outdated, just @ me if you'd rather me unarchive <3

"Mama didn't leave you," Stag ushered, licking the top of the storming teapot's head carefully. Oh, was she spicy -- filled with the indescribable woe of a child. He shared a glance with Star before sitting down on his stomach, eye-level with the thrashing babe. "She left me here to watch you while she went outside for a bit." To look for Thade, he thought glumly -- but better not to speak of such things.

"Show me your leg. Then you and I can go sit at the look-out spot and wait for Mama to come home, okay? She will be back soon." Stag wasn't sure if that was true, but anything to get Phaedra's fears to simmer down. Nudging her gently, Stag inspected her sore leg, kissed her lightly on her tear-streaked nose, and made to lead her to where they would wait paitently (or maybe not, in Phaedra's case) for Wylla to return home.