Emberflame Ridge schneemusik

the child fled, and the gargoyle would have given chase, had not mali thrown himself into a shrubbery and gotten caught between the winter-hardened branches. the grim expression left mahler, swiftly replaced by humour, and he approached with the light of it in his gaze.
"vell, vell, vell," he clucked mockingly at the cherub, most of whom was visible through the bush's grasp. mahler would not follow mali into the uncomfortable place; he would wait until the child had emerged, or until he was bored. in the interim, however: "so brave you vere, shouting at vomen last i saw you. and now, here you are, hooked like a rabbit."