Arrow Lake rivers and roads

composure was mahler’s retreat; later he would grieve the deep loss of her presence. but moreso than his own mind upon the matter was his sheer unwillingness to persuade or influence her decision in any way. 
still, the warmth of her breath against his fur damned the gargoyle further, for in his heart leaped first the silverlike hope of what could be, followed by the cold realization that surely it could not.
his kill-brother came upon them then; mahler turned to see the leeriness in stigmata’s bearing, upon his countenance. ruenna spoke again, repeating herself with a heaviness that mahler longed to take from her.
”liri intends to settle in the vale,” the shadowpriest murmured, knowing stigmata would know the place of which he spoke. and though he was unsure that he should bring up talk of an alliance now, he kept his gaze trained loyally upon the ironstar, a silent reassurance that he himself belonged for all of his days to diaspora.