Little Goat Mountain bewusstsein

it took mahler an embarassingly long spate of moments to figure what it was she meant by 'twenty one questions;' he puzzled it out after a lengthy silence, and glanced after her, chagrined. but the expression was fleeting; he reared his broad muzzle and cleared the cobwebs from his suddenly nervous throat.
"yes. vell," as good a beginning as any,  "vhere did you go? after you left sviftcurrent. it is all right if you do not vish to say," he hastened, against the very intention of the game. awaiting her answer brought a wave of consternation; he wondered anxiously if he had been too forward, but set about stalking a patch of frosted long-grass to see if he might flush a mouse or two.
why had she suggested this? mahler was suddenly aware of a creeping and naked nature, and was not at all convinced he would enjoy it. but wylla intrigued him all the same; in time he looked to her again.