Swiftcurrent Creek Out in the garden

he was taken off guard by the realization of how young she was, her wide-flung eyes and submissive silence testament to the humbug he was. the gargoyle approached, his broad muzzle lowering to sniff at the fish gasping its last along the bank; he lifted a wide paw and pressed the creature into the earth until it ceased its movements.
"vhat is your name?" came his inquiry, direct, impassive as always, his gaze intrigued by the pale eyes bringing back to mind aria. she was new, the scent of constantine just tangled into her withers, but he appreciated that she had already begun to hunt, this as of yet voiceless girl over which he somehow towered even if he too was made uncomfortable by this.