Sawtooth Spire gespenstisch

he met her eyes once, but it was just as well that their girls attended his presence quickly. he had nothing he might say, nor the ability to assure whatever lurked beneath her level gaze. a pall lifted from him somewhat as he lowered his muzzle to brush them with gentle butts of his crown.
"ein großes tier ließ dies zurück," the man grunted as he settled upon his belly against the cool earth. he lay it down, pawed at elke, grinned toward ciri. 
these moments were sparse in the days that had passed in agony and tension; mahler savored them, knowing the moment he left he would return to his hard contemplations of his missing son, devote himself anew to the search.