Nova Peak vom auge entfernen

dawn, and the narrow twittering of birdsong.
at first light, wylla had said; the paleness had slowly brightened as he watched the sunrise come.
he looked for her; he looked for wylla now, searching every place she might reside upon the mountain until it became clear she truly had taken her leave.
the gargoyle trudged heavily back to the outcropping as he watched the skies flush with color, and beneath the peach-pink glimmer mahler drew a long breath.
objectively, it would be dangerous to remain in a place ripe for infiltration by previous members. takiyok would take her scum to the glacier she loved, he expected, which was far too close for his liking.
wylla and stag would range elsewhere, but mahler too wished to be shut of sagtannet. he no longer loved this mountain; he was not sure he ever had.
mahler succumbed to sleep, a brief and fitful blanket pulled threadbare up over his face, to block for a short time the reality of sagtannet and his continued responsibility to its remaining wolves.