Sawtooth Spire erbärmlich

the young deer was no match for his daughter's boisterous voice, and flinched backward a handful of steps. but mahler had only ears for the small mouse piping under his breastbone. he listened quite attentively, though he was not quite able to discern what siegew meant. and as phaedra faded in childish embarassment, mahler tried lovingly to translate that particular set of syllables.
"it does not sound bad. and your reasoning is very sound. he does need vives." she had not yet asked what that was, and so he felt free to forge ahead with his knowledge. "if he vas a voman deer, he vould not have antlers. and he vould look for a husband instead."