Redtail Rise mountains that are stacked with fear

Told to prepare for death. The more Ashlar heard, the more he wondered how any wolf could be driven to it. He had felt Avicus' mourning rage in the ravaged forest and it had stilled him, taught him something of it. But still he wondered if even something as strong as that could ever lead him to the same choice. He could not bring himself to believe that blood ever righted blood.

I sing. He confirmed, looking down once more. His ears tilted self-consciously. I heal, mostly. But I sang first. It just isn't as much, especially here. He loved to sing and would never belittle it, but Ashlar was realistic. When the fighting began he could put it to song after; during there would be little time for it. A bard had little place on a battleground like the ones Prophet had spoken of.

Where are you from?