Ankyra Sound Tragedies with penniless fountains

the child's sound and subsequent movement did not go unaddressed; mahler followed the trajectory of the boy's steps, unsure if he should move a further distance away or keep as he was. though age and size put the man at an advantage, such was mahler's state of being that he too was unaware of nuance in his own society.
he opted to glance away from the retreating pup, not wishing to frighten him any more than he had. and yet there burned in mahler still the seed of anger, that grimnismal should be in the hands of the witch and wylla's shoreline overrun by children not her own. 
presently he lay his muzzle across his forepaws, glancing once in the direction the child had gone. his hatred of the changes that had come to the pack was not something easily reconciled with the guilt he now felt; conflicted, mahler remained as he was, pensive.