Swiftcurrent Creek kindertotenlieder

maybe a @Tiercel? :D

mahler had gone into a kind of seclusion; he had disallowed himself from visiting the duckling, instead devoting his time to patrolling and hunting various game in and outside the borders. yet it was one of these fellings that provided the musiker with an excuse; the torn-off tail of a buck deer flickered featherlight in his heavy jaws. 
he bore it with a quiet sort of solemn aplomb to wylla's doorstep. here mahler crouched mournfully in the undergrowth, searching for any sign of the silver-limned warrior. and when he did not spy her, the eta gave a low chuff that carried across the clearing. he hoped to stir the duckling from whatever play she currently pursued; the man lay his broad form against the ground, pinning the deer-tail beneath one massive paw as his stoic lavender gaze searched for the brief bit of dark movement that was the child.