Flycatcher Downs beerensaft

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@Phaedra was particularly scarce these days, and mahler decided it was high time that their bond be mended. he knew, of course, that such things could not be forced, only coaxed; nevertheless, he went off to where the lone princess occupied her own rendezvous — and did not find her there.
the panic was almost immediate; mahler steeled himself against its lash. she was older now, not so young as she had been during her first bout of fernweh.
and so he went loping along one trail or another, intrigued at first to see how it looped and wended over itself, and dismayed with growing intensity to see that his child's little paws seemed to have led her out of bounds.
damnable land and its reach. sagtannet all but swallowed its resident pack; mahler took himself down a dizzying descent upon the spire's southern face, horribly, direly amused at the idea that after all this, it would be he who was skewered on the foothills.
however, his pronouncements did not come true. mahler settled four feet steady onto a flat expanse of trailing grasses that fed into dryer flora beyond; he set his muzzle down and began to course through the waving green for any sign of his wayward perle.

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after she was sure the reptant man had departed, phaedra left aerasha to her leisure and sought out caintigern until she found him in a right distressed fuss. she was resentful that he hadn't even attempted to come to her aid, although the marten insisted adamantly that he was there the entire time and would have if he thought she was in imminent danger. phaedra felt doubt rise in her gorge.

blooming hell, she'd jumped into a bramble bush! 

but if she couldn't trust caintigern's word, whose in the world could she trust? despite his litany of apologies, phaedra needed to cool her head and so she sent him away with a flea in his ear. 

after which, she fled, running on knobbly legs that ate away the miles between her and agent pleakley, following the scent she and cain had left coming here. after a while, the cuts that arrayed her coat were starting to sting, and her white coat was a slurry of scarlet and lichenous burrs. with careful use of her teeth she tried to pull one from the tender flesh of her foreleg, but a pained yelp jumped unbidden from her throat and she quit fretting at them after that. 

presently, she regretted sending caintigern away. phaedra felt very small in this woodland, like there were several pairs of eyes tracking her every step of the way home. she shrank from the rustle of leaves and cast her gaze about, finding boogeymen in shadows where there weren't any and hearing eerie whispers trysting with her ears in the cool, late-summer breeze. 

without warning, a dark silhouette contorted by shadows shifted in the distance, intersecting on the path she intended to follow. she knew at once with an anxious wince that whoever it was would most certainty scent the bloodlet skin under her rufescent coat, so phaedra sidled to the edge of the path and hunkered low, instilled with a sense of dread.

NO

mahler spotted the lump of pale fur hunched nearby perhaps too soon for her liking. before her name touched his lips, however, the gargoyle recognized swiftly the tang of crimsonweed trailings. "schatzi," he grunted, hurrying along the trail to sweep her closer, skim over her figure with stare and gentle proddings.
"vas ist passiert?" came the worried fatherly question; he sought the shifting huepattern of her eyes and frowned in a consternation quite unlike his usual impassivity.
determining she was not greatly wounded, the man straightened. he had known not where she had been; tail lashed at his heels and he sighed a low sigh, a quick smile meaning that she need not bear any trepidation.
but still he was filled with his own, and after another moment cleared his throat. "kommen sie. wir werden sie aufräumen lassen." that, at least, to begin: with what he knew.