Sawtooth Spire and i'd call you atlas

he spent large amounts of time upon the new mountain, relieved to be be granted tasks to break the monotony. 
the trail of his nephew rose, fresh and dutiful, upon the locale mahler had directed. pleased, he made a low sound and trotted to where stag had drawn up upon sight of melkor.
he brushed against the boy encouragingly, plume languid and inviting as he chuffed to his newest packmate. "melkor, this is the son of my late brother. ve founded diaspora together. stag is a prince," he teased gently, welcoming the growing boy into the small society of men.