Swiftcurrent Creek waldmärchen

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gold coins and the hues of dark earth beneath treeshadows — the man who greeted mahler was found impressive for both his strength and his appearance. the sharp sound granted by the leader brought the musiker's dark ears flickering forward despite his usual impassivity.
polite was the greeting; mahler read in the lines of the other the dominant's signal that he might relax; the loner ran his tongue along his own jaws in a gentle gesture. "there vas a bear," came his own low tones; his muzzle jerked in the direction of the coastline. "gone."
feeling rather awkward at hearing the hoarseness of a voice not used often, mahler maintained his neutral countenance beneath the gaze of the other. "do you have room for me, herr?" here the implacable lilac stare raised for half a beat, but did not reach the sable wolf's eyes. this dance was only one mahler had learned through the stories told by the scarring along his chest, and he did not wish to misstep.