Nova Peak where you hang your enemy's head

a cool assessment of the pack, of himself; he sensed the hungry prying of her mind even before she spoke. morgana was deferential but not conquered, and nor would mahler wish such. the river of wylla carved at the stone of him; it had for years and had narrowed its harshest points into these last hours, which he could only count as hours.
"i vant a strong foothold in this taiga. build from a smaller point into a stronger land. spread out vhen ve have grown. take vhat appeals to us." he spoke almost in a rote way, but it was due to the fact that mahler had never allowed his ambition to roam. it was, then, unheard of that he should speak so.
"perhaps children, if the vinter does not move to break us."