Sawtooth Spire freeze! you with the pretzeled arms

the doktor had returned to cast a knowing eye over his tiniest patient once more. thade was not ignored, but given phaedra's particularly grueling entry into the word, mahler found it necessary to issue a good deal more attention to his daughter.
his daughter. astarte had been the only, and astarte was passed now. phaedra bore little resemblance to her sororal predecessor, and mahler was relieved. he wanted only for the dead to remain so, to keep from coursing their way into his dreams during the small fitful naps he took these days, wanting to be available for wylla at all times.
the little girl was displeased by the careful close of his jaws around her fattening body, and mahler smiled to hear her so vocal. he lay down upon his belly and placed her between the grizzled pads of his broad paws. "die milch muss warten," the gargoyle clucked, muzzle lowering to take her scent for any signs of infection, warm breath spilling over tiny chest and shoulders and limbs as he inspected the few inches of phaedra's round figure and then gathered her to his charcoal bosom.