Spotted Eagle Mountain To the outside, the dead leaves laid on the lawn

"stag is vell. he grows into a strong young volf," mahler grunted, watching takiyok come to her senses. she had been quite ill, but even in the face of her utter weakness, the winterwhite remained a heavy flame. admirable, that, though the gargoyle felt it would drive her to death in this moment.
"ve are in the hollow, vhere diaspora fled after the quaking." it would come to her soon, the half-familiar feel of the place that had once been their home. but mahler had never loved it. furthermore, he had feared too long and too harshly the concept that the mountains would pour into the small place and kill the rest of them.
he wished for home.
"i cannot leave you here, takiyok." amethyst gaze searched for her own. he must soon return, but the ache of his guilt kept him firmly rooted.