Northstar Vale I can still smell the smoke

"mahler," he rejoined. the slenderer of the two moved forward. redshank. the shadow enjoyed the way that the syllables fit together, and followed with lowered muzzle, searching for prey scent. the answer to his inquiry was one that piqued the gargoyle's curiosity. "from vhere did you come before?" was his second question, though the lightness of his tone conveyed that there was no need to answer if the desire was lacking in redshank. it was good to hunt all the same.
they spoke quietly for some time before parting ways.