Arrow Lake Should I stay or should I go

"a moose," mahler muttered, unwilling to wilt before kazimir. his throat tightened; he cleared it, looked away from the woman while a muscle leapt in his cheek. such an ignoble beast. what had stigmata been doing, he wondered harshly, not for the first time. what had compelled him from his flock? surely not a hunt; his kill-brother knew better than such foolhardiness.
"come. i vill show you his grave." a dour welcome, to be sure, but mahler was relieved that kazimir had returned home.