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following his question, the child's excitement was infectious, provoking a smile from the usually stern mahler. he watched fondly as dragomir lay down his catch, and grunted approvingly as he lowered his muzzle to inspect the still-moving thing. "oh, eine raupe," he exclaimed in his own language, encouraged by the single foreign word that had broken from the entlein's mouth.
"very good," he told the boy, reverting back to the common way. there was in him a definite sense of pride; dragomir was precocious with his kill, perhaps, and at any rate it reflected a potential for hunting that mahler wished to nurture in any way possible. "caterpillar," the man repeated, gesturing down at the boy's quarry.