Sleepy Fox Hollow you did not break me

mahler did not feel safe here, not as he had in diaspora. he decided it was due to the proximity of the now-treacherous mountains, where sliding stone might well catch one of them again.
stricken with grief at the loss of kazimir, the general burned along a footpath. his pelt was slung along a body grown spare and sinewy, heading toward gaunt if prey was not located.
the thin trail of ketzia's scent entered his awareness; mahler plucked up the tendril and followed it to where the pionier searched, saying nothing as he fell into step with diaspora's little goddess.