Sleepy Fox Hollow Hang up my heart, let it air out

"his dream vill live in his children," mahler murmured, repeating an iteration of the truth ketzia had told to him. brash as he was, stigmata would not have suffered diaspora to remain in the mountains as danger grew, not with his pups half-grown and still vulnerable. "ve have two choices: go vest to the place beyond the second range of mountains, or go east, to vhere caribou might be."
"smoke rises in the east, however, and i believe ash fills the sky now. it does not seem prudent," the gargoyle muttered, pressing on into matters of business before he saw fit to broach what he had spoken of with their pionier. and yet here he paused, reached to takiyok. "i do not vant to leave either," mahler murmured, his own tones weighed. "it is an injustice."