Arrow Lake brot und wasser

mahler did not miss the fear that entered kazimir's eyes briefly, nor the bitterness that laced her accented tones. "valk vith me," the gargoyle invited, setting off around the edge of the lake. to be wary of coyotes was to be wise. they traveled in packs and could be violent if provoked.
he had faith in the stoic woman, however; she had agreed graciously to his task and said no more. thus it raised her in mahler's eyes and estimation. in silence he moved for a time, flanking the she-wolf.
"from vhere did you come, kazimir?" he inquired gently, alluding to the tones she carried, so akin to his own save for the guttural clip.