Sleepy Fox Hollow i wanna see the way you look up under all those stars

mahler glanced to wylla as the  pionier spoke, nodding crisply from time to time at the explanation of what had happened.
wylla need not blame herself, for there was exactly one individual at fault, and it was the general himself.
"head vounds bleed much, making it seem vorse than it is," he remarked, glancing carefully along the youth's body, nosing at the tender place upon stag's head. 
"see how his limbs are not tvitching, and how his breathing is even? he has no blood coming from his ears or mouth. i suspect," mahler sighed, rocking back onto heavy haunches, "that he vill have a nasty headache and a sore bump when he comes to, but no lasting damage." nothing more to be done for it; the general sat alongside his nephew and stared balefully in the direction zarya had gone.