winter hanging stentorian in the air. mahler's breath rushed in a plume as he stood before the boulder, staring off into the wide expanse that separated rivenwood from all else. insofar as he had discovered, legion was the closest neighbor, and a fair space at that.
perfection, finally, in the seclusion of the place. 
the gargoyle allowed himself a rending pierce of sensation as he though upon @Wylla, and where she had come to reside. he had not seen her in the process of relocation, and while mahler did not doubt she would return, his heart had turned near-ice to consider it now. pain muted behind the frost that claimed each of his days.
@Takiyok — he was not ready to think of her yet, how he would have searched for her after wylla's gritted words, requested that she come to his side — the cream-smudge of @Taikon deceptive beside the winterwhite when she had truly turned her back upon sagtannet.
the mountains were no more. stigmata's bones lay beneath the earth. mahler must forge ahead in his own way.
tooth-scarred muzzle lifting, baritone tilting woeful and warning into the frigid air.