Thunder Dome well the raven is a wicked bird

the man followed; mahler adjusted his stride to match that of the other, seeking the air and ground for preyscent. "have you traveled in these lands long?" he murmured after some time had passed, the lavender ice of his gaze glancing sideways to gather the answer of his companion. the other was a more affable sort, talkative where mahler was not; he supposed for the sake of their time together he could at very least attempt to be more forthcoming than he was usually.