Nova Peak tränenfleck

The eisen had just nodded off when wylla's disgruntled tones cut across his consciousness. mahler blinked, groping for the fuzzy outlines of her silhouette. the sweet smell of blood floated upward, but his hunger quelled itself for the moment. "i vish you vould not. but since i know you vill anyvay, i vill be able to handle your absence for sagtannet."
not for a moment did mahler think she would believe him. in the gloom he stretched out his forelegs toward the woman, hoping to brush her own with his seeking pads. "i am sorry you have had to do so much alone." it was her role in their land, he knew, one she had loyally fulfilled since her ascension to the leading rank. but it was through his impetuousness that he had landed himself a reliant invalid upon her, as if she had not carried him up several mountains already.