Larksong Grotto prüfung

astraeus loped behind; mahler sensed it even as his attention knifed him sharply after the creature. so many years to him, and yet mahler felt his strength had not abated. not yet, he supposed, unknowing of that which was to pass.
upon the beast after its first failure, one summarily the last, mahler locked his jaws around the side of the wooled throat, shaking the ruminant viciously as he tore for the great arteries.
a cloven hoof flung up, and then another; the last caught him a glancing blow to the flan, blunted by the thickness of the winterpelt he had begun to grow. a grunt, but the wolf only intensified the clench of his teeth, setting the pillared strength of his legs and refusing mercy.