Nova Peak jämmerlich

"vielleicht würde er unsere nicht mögen." between wolf and moose, the matter of accomodations was probably likened to something experienced by goldilocks. 
none the wiser to her father's panic, while mahler took a minute to do pranayama, his daughter had loped a short distance ahead to sniff at the bare patch in the bushes where the moose had cropped plants and berries. the smell of his saliva bid her gums to slaver, though for no reason she was conscious to.
her eyes dropped to the yielding loam underfoot and she realized she was trampling over some mirrored-teardrop trackway. her ears swept over her brow, an intrigued noise coming from her throat. "seine füsse sind grösser als stag's!" she hooted with equal parts amusement and amazement. of course the scale of the moose itself was massive, but being in its hoofprint made that scale even grander. 

"we share the same beautiful home," her father imparted knowingly. phaedra returned to his company, letting the words sink into her mind. were she older, more abstract thoughts may have formed about what made a home, but she wasn't and they didn't. the word just made a nameless feeling in her chest like a sparrow trying to escape a small windowless room. 

don't make things hard. don't make the big stone break into the water, her inner-voice rang, so she said nothing but offered him her gaze. when he cast her an impish look and posed his question, she rejoined with a funny look. first of all, "ja ..." and secondly, "ahm, you sure they s'ill there though?" how did he know they hadn't flown away? she wondered about it with an enticed cant of her head.