Arrow Lake Birds don't fly, they soar

as pressure began to bind the torn edges together, mahler felt the weight of zarya's eyes upon him. his lavender stare flicked to her own, but the gargoyle said nothing. at last he lifted his broad paw, careful not to tear away the comfrey, and grunted approvingly at the sight. a strip of birchbark to lie over it all, and the doktor rocked back upon his haunches.
"vhy did you trespass?" he inquired gruffly. "now you vill not be able to hunt until you heal. now you might starve." his tones did not seek to punish her; they were wondering, and the question of it was within his eyes as well.