Sleepy Fox Hollow herzschmerz

curse his damned sentimentality. mahler busied himself with traveling between takiyok's den and the thicket wherein aurëwen reared her own young, bringing each pieces of fatted meat and ensuring that they continued to heal. the four fat, fine pups sired by stigmata brought him a great deal of fondness for their newborn limbs; the duo of fierce little warriors born to the scarred man intrigued him with their precocity.
wearily, his patients content and not in need of him for the moment, mahler set off at a brisk clip. away from the vale, and pointedly so, whether or not he would admit this. but almost as soon as he had gone, thoughts of her swam to his tired mind, and he found it difficult to bat them away.
she was gone, had been gone, and stigmata would eventually make his decision on their alliance. that was all mahler needed to trouble himself over, and as he descended into a peaceful hollow that brimmed with vulpine scent, the gargoyle's heavy jaws split into a yawn. he had come to hunt, and he would hunt, he promised himself, settling to look over the little meadow with a slow blink.
quite by accident, mahler's body heeded his nights of exhaustion, and soon he had half-curled against a nearby tree and fallen rather quickly asleep, muscles slackening gratefully for the reprieve.