Sawtooth Spire But time makes you bolder

His scent made her stir a little but didn't immediately bring back to full consciousness until she registered the smell of blood intertwined with it; her eyes flicked open then, and her head raised quickly from where it had been resting on her paws. It still took her a moment to really see the snowy clearing around them but when she saw his dark fur against the stark white of the snow, she raised to her feet and trotted over, her eyebrows drawing together in concern. He looked awful, like she had never seen him look before. She had seen him tired and ragged, weighed down with responsibility, but this was different. His fur was wild and clumpy and she couldn't pinpoint exactly how, but he just looked older. Exhaustion and desperation clung to him in a way that left her speechless for a few moments. 

Mahler, she finally murmured. And then with a little more volume, she asked:What happened? She shifted to sit slowly in front of him, her eyes worriedly roaming over him as if she might find the answer to her question that way.