Swiftcurrent Creek der spielmann

so sorry on the wait!

he watched fondly as the girl inspected the hare, glancing into her bright eyes before attempting to parse out the name she had given him. "eilln ...y is a fine name," the gargoyle murmured gruffly, unsure if he had gotten its gist. to her question he shook his head. "no." yet after a moment, mahler began to feel that his monosyllabic answer was ill-fit for a child; he cleared his throat.
"a hare is meant to eat. it cannot hurt a volf."[/b] to demonstrate, mahler batted the limp body some few inches, displaying its clear weakness to the child.