Sawtooth Spire when i've always been distant, and i've always told lies for love

Stag did not realize in that moment how close he came to a shade of his deceased father; his brow was furrowed, his expression unusually stern when at most, it was typically somber.

Mahler's query lightened the mood and his expression. He panned his gaze down the valley, ready to break away from the heaviness of their unexpected conversation. "Yes." He did not hide the relief in his voice as he stood, snout already aiming like an arrow in the direction of their spirited chase.