Otatso Wetlands das himmlische leben

the boy's tones were careful, but altogether he spoke much more than mahler, and perhaps unbeknownst gave away information about himself that the musiker would have been careful to guard. and yet the dappled brute was silent, until the end, when alarian inquired after the remainder of grimnismal.
the witch and the ghost would have protected their brood till the end — somehow mahler did not believe they had suffered the monstrous wrath of the ursine. but there was no way of knowing, and as the family had not registered within the man as one for which he should care, he leveled the hard lilac of his gaze on the cherub.
"vonce i left the shore, it vas no longer my home." mahler's tone was soft, but edged in a finality that stated he did not wish to speak of grimnismal. in wylla's absence, the shoreline meant nothing to the impassive creature. 
again, he crossed his forelegs and turned his gaze to the land that lay before them. "tell me of your own land, please, mäuschen."