Spotted Eagle Mountain die unmöglichkeit

Diaspora remained quiet in their move and it unsettled the pale ghost. Her verdant gaze had followed the paths in the nearby lands and she could feel the itch of despair pull at her breast. Her children were just as silent, the hunger of the famine slowly taking the light from them. 

as loathe as she was to stray from them, the widow trailed the scent of the fevered General, worry for the man the only reason she strayed so far from her children's sides. 

he called to the air words she did not understand. Sweeping forward, the woman curled her slender form to him, worried stress upon him as she nosed along his jawline. He was not fit to be so far from his pack, and she felt helpless as the sickness of him roiled from his very being. "Mahler, come back to us," she whispered as concern knitted her fine brow.