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the call that rose found mahler in a state of annoyance, for it had scared away a carefully stalked rabbit. lifting his muzzle, the gargoyle paused a moment, sussing out the giver of the cry. and when it had become swiftly apparent, a curl of his lip preceded the immediate churn of a scathing gait.
it carried him quickly to the borders, where the majestic bristle of his guard hairs and upflung tail were silhouetted only a moment against the backdrop of sky before mahler began to gallop in vercingetorix's direction. the promise of conflict was in his stance; if the scarred male did not take himself from their borders now, he would find himself enclosed in the shadowpriest's jaws.
there was nothing here for him, and while mahler intended to uphold the promise he had made aurewen, the sanctity of diaspora came first.
for now, no children were in his path; he looked for they and their mother, intending to slow his furor if he spotted the trio. but his intentions were clear; there would be no well-met meeting today.