Sawtooth Spire You must've gone and put a spell on me

Stag was at that age where he was impressionable: he was not bloodthirsty by nature, but like any wolf possessed of a shred of instinct, Stag was territorial -- and that gave birth to a different side of the boy he was not well acquainted with. Delighted with Wylla's encouragement, Stag's eyes widened as she mentioned a hat, and then a doorknocker. New respect level unlocked. "Waow! You can do that?" Of course she could - in Stag's opinion Wylla was capable of anything... even mounting someone's head on their front door.

They ambled through a lean-sided path, Stag's eyes still admiringly on Wylla. His chest puffed in response to her gratitude - he had done something right for once, and would probably cherish that forever. "Yeah! She was just weird." Stag's ears fell as he thought of the first time he had met Zarya. "Really weird. Are they all like that?"