Broken Boulder endless me, endlessly

mahler was not sure he had ever been asked such a question. he paced through the tangled undergrowth, noting the thorny loam and the way that it sharply divided from the soft grasses of the clearing into the tall and sharp trees.
unpleasant, but the gargoyle had already forded the nearby territories. such could be used to hunt while unclaimed, a day spent upon the taiga before returning home. a new approach to the land, rather than muddling hunts with sleep. 
organization.
"i vant men who know their place and vomen who vill give the pack children. members who vill offer their skills as i do." dry curve to his mouth, fading away like chaff. "it is not something that can be searched for. i must make a home that vill invite the kind of followers i vish."
supposing he had grown rather severe while not meaning to so, the shadowpriest shook out his ruff. "you said able-bodied men. let that extend in every case." a warmer glance in the direction of sequoia, and then he began to track a young pronghorn who had left a clumsy path.