Arrow Lake shine on

it was a high rank that the woman from the creek had been given, with thorn himself taking up residence at the bottom of the hierarchy. and yet mahler was intrigued, for he knew the sable creature to be ambitious. what had he seen in the slight she-wolf that had garnered such respect?
the gargoyle was only vaguely aware of the connection between ruenna and stigmata. his kill-brother had ranged far and near, moreso than mahler. it could not be surprising, then, that he knew their new tessarius.
her slender frame glided along the lakeshore, and mahler stepped to meet her, approaching from a ridge farther up. when he had come near, he let his stony lavender gaze meet her own briefly. "how are you faring in diaspora?"