Sleepy Fox Hollow der titan

@Seabreeze & @Ibis! <3

focused upon gathering herbs for the upcoming winter, mahler departed the borders of swiftcurrent and hunted along the earth not for the scent of prey, but the ridges in the distance. in his traveling, the sable-masked thing found a peculiar pleasure in stalking the stone reaches he had not felt on either sea nor land.
aware that packs roamed the rock detailing, mahler nevertheless felt obligated to stay with the creek wolves, at least through the winter. and there was also the matter of the duckling, of whom he had become fond, despite his vaguely pained irritation in wylla's regard of him. 
he descended into a neat basin; the gargoyle stalked through the afternoon into a richly hued place bordered by stone on all side. here the bittersweet dust of medicinal plants; with a pleased grunt, mahler fell to uprooting and organizing the plants into small piles.