Nova Peak I'll put everything at stake to have you

mahler nodded. "I found many pretty places here already." the field of gilded trees and their carpet of white flowers, the purple-round tops of fireweed nodding where the forest had been burned on another side of the mountain.
mahler, lying on his belly, shifted to one hip. "i think i might also. those harsh slopes vere beginning to make me feel an old man," he joked, for that he was, muzzle beginning to silver just here and there.