Sleepy Fox Hollow Away from all of reality

praimfaya had been sent to look for thade, and in the days that followed, mahler had allowed himself the bare kindness of more sleep, snatches of napping taken here and there when he folded his legs beneath him after a long patrol. sprawled in the weald as he was, mahler did not immediately register stag's voice until the last note.
then and only then did the exhausted shadowpriest lift wearily to his paws, pacing through the proud feral trees of sagtannet until he spied the boy's lanky figure alongside what appeared to be takiyok. however, the call had been for both mahler and stag's mother; curiosity sharpened his senses and drove away the last muzziness as he emerged to approach the two.
indeed; the very vision of takiyok, but younger, hale. he blinked. "monarch?"