Redtail Rise feuersturm

Stag did not miss the subtle surprise in Mahler's mein, but he did not know the reason for it, and so discarded the intuition with a wave of his tail in silent agreement.

So it was, he would scout the ranges -- not well, mind you, given he had little experience out of home -- but he was old enough now, and he had warily dipped his toes enough times to trust the water was not too cold or the the hills too steep. He would see what he could see, and would report back.

He dipped his head in acceptance. In that moment his cool resolve might have mirrored that of his deceased father, were Stigmata still alive. What he liked about Mahler, was that this man did not coddle him with soft speech or prattle on; in that vein, Stag wished very much to be like the general.

Stag took one glance back towards Mahler; Yes, I will see you soon -- and then he was off at a steady trot for the foothills.