Noctisardor Bypass teil vier

mahler watched.
wylla moved with the assured grace of a forest cat. the gargoyle felt rather moved to see how her hips switched in such a way. he cursed himself for such weakness of the flesh, though mahler found it curious that so rarely was he compelled in this way any more. it had contributed to his feelings of an older nature.
but he found himself renewed, to watch wylla flash forward and arc smoothly against the fading sky, snatching the duck from the sky in a flurry.
its life was ended. he heard only a touch of the sound she had made, and then the graf was stepping forward.
yet he found he could not yet disturb this peace and her aptitude with his voice.