Totoka River "he waits for the wind to carry him home."

the odd thing gave a one word response, but the shared laconic nature suddenly shared between the two of them pleased mahler more than he was willing to evince. the musiker was beginning to settle himself to the bank when the other spoke again.
sweeping forward his charcoal ears, the grimnismal denzien watched the beast for a few ticking seconds before he straightened and glanced along the riverpath. in time, his stoneflower gaze inched back to the bearded face. "yes." mahler gathered himself then slowly to his paws, waiting for the other to follow suit.
he did not know what meat roamed here; hunger had not yet sparked in his own awareness, but the man was curious about the creature who would be his companion, he supposed, and wished to see how the other moved, how he made his way in the world. yes, yes — perhaps for mahler there would be music in their time together, too.