Arrow Lake sonnenlicht

one corner of the gargyole's mouth quirked. "i traveled alone for a long time. one must learn these things if they are to survive vithout a pack." he did not know why he shared, simply that ketzia was an easy personage with which to speak. lowering his muzzle, he nosed into the kill and tore away a strip of the gamy meat, stepping back to indicate that she might now partake.
when she had presumably fallen to her own meal, mahler studied her as he ground the flesh between his teeth. from where had she come? and what was her presence in diaspora meant to accomplish? he had more questions than answers, but that was the way of his mind, the man had discovered.