Larksong Grotto prüfung

"oh, is that so?" mahler rumbled, craning his wide crown to snipe halfheartedly with gentle tooth-clicks against whatever part of astraeus could be reached. a teasing motion; he merely quickened his step, teasing a greater speed. "i suppose you are right," mahler conceded, stopping to investigate another quartet of hoof-prints.
he wondered if the boy ever thought of the woman who had borne him. she had simply disappeared one day. was she remembered in the halls of that little mind? and should mahler, one day, bring up the woman's name if just to give his adopted child a birthright? such ponderings were better left for another time.
"you are so confident a dragon vould eat you. vhat about me?" he joked, continuing to track the trajectory of the beast as he flicked an ear backward in perfect attentiveness to astraeus.