Bitterroot Valley cauldrons

So, @Acheron wished for a wife!

It had been a joke, hadn't it? But there was truth in every word of jest; the thoughts had to come from somewhere. And why run away so fast if he meant nothing of it?

A wife! From these lands? Why, when there were plenty of beautiful women whose eyes had lingered more on Acheron these days than ever before - even if he and his sister had always been far better looking than their exiled brother? Eyes that never quite lingered long enough when he turned their way instead.

Sometimes, he thought his friend like his own brother. On days like this, he was as strange to him as the northern stars.

With Acheron gone, Cassius took the opportunity to tend to the matter of scouting the lands beyond the place the duo settled and prepared for the day Atlas would arrive. A herd of what looked to be very large deer drew his favour, and he marveled at then. Had there been anything like these in all of Sunfil?

He caught the silhouette of a stranger next, and though warned of the matter of folk these lands attracted, Cassius judged himself fairly matched (and in fact, leaning in his favour) of things went south.

Cassius flagged the other down with a wave of his fire-touched tail.