The Sunspire suchen

he is looking for @Anselm and @Etienne but aw!

he could hardly help it, but he had to leave wylla and little ilse that day. hoping @Paeon was somewhere close, he called out to her with his intentions to search for the young men.
he set off then, calling out in intervals to his yearling sons; he found the rugged, long-remembered paths and fell into the reminiscing of old men as he searched.
stigmata;
a thin trail of what felt like familiar scent.

if i looked at the map right he should be able to hear if Mahler is heading towards him especially given how i play him and his sensitive hearing so. But i can delete if you'd like

Anselm lay quiet and still, breathing but moving between wakefulness and sleep mostly sleep. Etienne had done his best, but his skill was not as good as regular healers, but he also couldn't leave.

He at first heard the howl and thought he was hearing things. Then it came again. So far off Eti was certain he was only able to hear because of his sensitive ears. But he stepped towards it ears upward face turned towards the spire.

Again it came and Etienne took a deep breath curled his ears to his head tightly and howled as loud as he could. Voice of sea and surf echoing. Whether the patriarch of Paleo heard it was another matter.

no this is perfect! <3

the voice that came to him was that of etienne. mahler trotted in that direction, aware of intensified acheing in his bones. but his speed was maintained, until at last he found the boys —
he swore! he climbed the last stones to them, nosing first etienne and then anselm; "vhat happened?" and he stared at his son, wishing he had brought medicine of any kind.

He shook his head. i don't be knowin'. I foind 'im wit' dis female @Raindrop. All 'urt and reek of cat. I do what i coud wit' honey, aloe an' reeds.

Eti shrugged a shoulder. I be sorry i could not be doin' more.

Eti looked over the youth with a worry and knot in his brow.

a woman. a cat. mahler thought of the last time he had seen anselm in such company: the discovery of the hungry child.
checking over the young man again, mahler sat back on his haunches. "i am glad to have found you.  vylla took sick and has not recovered. ilse is truly too small to leave, but i had to find you."
he cleared his throat. "can he be moved, etienne?"

Etienne didn't know of the last time nor would Anselm probably tell him. He was disheartened to hear that Wylla had grown sick. Though the alphess hated him, he still did not wish ill upon her.

Eti was surprised at the question, but he shook his head. I don't be t'inkin so. 'E could be 'urt worse dan i can see. 'E not be wakin' Ma'ler i be tryin' everyting.

"ve vill get him home, etienne. do not vorry," mahler assured.
in some time, he would pull anselm upward, steadying the boy against broad shoulders made hard by all those he had ever carried.
their going would be slow, but to paleo they would return, a note in the form of a thankful howl left for @Raindrop.

Etienne would follow helping where needed. He would offer to csrry, but anselm was larger than he. He didn't know if he could. So he fluttered around carrying other things, checking on both Mahler and Anselm.