Nova Peak If you must leave, leave as though fire burns under your feet

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mahler saw it, the silent message wylla bore on the pupil of her remaining eye. consumed by a whim, the gargoyle reached toward her hesitantly, pausing only once to gauge the ironvein woman before his muzzle brushed her cheek. high upon the curve of it; he dared to linger at the outward corner of her gaze before pulling away. 
"off i vill go," the gargoyle gruffed cheerily, when they had come back to the cave. the gentle press of his worried stare, and then if wylla had no other needs of him, mahler would head off at once on a hunt.
more to keep himself pliant and honed against the threat of winter, the shadowpriest would keep his search straightforward in hopes of returning soon to wylla.