Lone Star Mountain graustufen

@Stigmata <3

the wounds inflicted by the morningside male had entered the scratching, stabbing portion of healing, leaving mahler roundly irritated and seeking relief where he could. the cold lick of snow in the mornings soothed his muzzle; rolling in drifts calmed the bitewounds along his neck. and yet the feeling maddened the gargoyle, and finally he set off at a swift clip from noctisardor toward the ridge of mountains in the distance. 
he sidestepped swiftcurrent, though drew close enough to note their dwindling numbers and shift in leadership. it both displeased and satisfied mahler to know such things, but it was not his focus — the man went on and caught himself up in the stone teeth beneath the icy stars, following some cold trail rife with sheep-scent while hunger gnawed at him and his healing wounds ached.