Sawtooth Spire gespenstisch

if he was to travel, something to be settled at a later time, mahler would not pass the opportunity to visit the sunflower cubs, as he thought of them. today their grim-faced father brought a length of bone with a hanging hoof still attached. they were young for it yet, he supposed, but @Nyx was nothing if not fierce. their children, so, would be the same.
he had lately grown fiercely bonded to the idea that he might raise more savage offspring. the nuances of thade's disappearance sickened mahler; he attempted not to think upon it at length, a futile mission for a parent.
and so he thought forward, to how only the honing of fangs and clearer eyes and better individuals than himself might go long toward preventing this happenstance another time.
"@Ciri. @Elke," the gargoyle murmured, chuffing to them both by their well-placed names. "komm und sieh."