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as the other wolf failed to completely catch sight of mahler, the grimnismal denzien was unoffended — had the pale figure seen him and continued, the musiker would have been quite affronted. the blossoming stone of his eyes tracked the stranger's trajectory, until mahler was compelled by that singularly persistent mistress, curiosity.
descending his perch, the dappled man watched as a owl swooped down toward the newcomer, and chuckled beneath his breath. mistakenly assuming that his fellow wolf had angered the avian, mahler wondered what had happened, trotting through the breadth of wilderness with long, confident strides. his plume flagged behind him — grimnismal held no sway this far along the coast, but mahler was wary for that reason, having become somewhat accustomed to the strength of a pack. 
in time he paused to regard the stranger again, looking skyward at the owl who seemed hellbent on irritating the pallid beast at all costs.