Gyrfalcon's Keep Ametrine

Baldr didn’t mind being a stepping stone at all. Sure, when Nazair leaned a bit too much onto one of his paws, it put a bit more pressure on him, but he wasn’t about to complain. His brother’s little claws had satisfied the itch he’d had, and now his tail was providing a nice fan for his face. 

They would share in this experience mutually, benefitting from the assistance one could offer the other.