Snowforest Taiga hochzeitsstuck

last from me!

the boy snapped, but retreated, and mahler only rumbled a warning in response. but he had received what he wished — an end to the fight that showed him as the victor. both were wreathed in blood, but the gargoyle knew his point had been proven here. a slow smirk unfurled along his scarlet-stained jaws. such a dummes kind to continue the useless bandying of words, when he had lost along his own borders.
"those who still vould follow a volf who lost to a loner deserve to starve. i vill be back, boy, and then i vill take more than them." and here he passed his tongue along his teeth after the utterance of his promise, before turning to lift the iced-over meat and move off in the direction of the bypass. to kill the child was not worth such things; better to recoup and seek allies who would drive off the addled pack. mahler was proud, but not so proud he could not see the merit of aid.