Nova Peak foundling-bird

fading <3

wylla's tight voice, the passion and motherly emotion coursing through her throat. thade, returned; surreal, surreal. mahler listened to his son detail what had happened to him, what had been said.
and all the while, thade had been so close.
muscles tensed beneath his coat. he nuzzled the boy's cheek, hanging back as wylla took him off to fill his belly with something more solid than whatever he had been fed. the gargoyle himself stared down the mountain, gaze hardening. let this mother stray close again, and he would rouse the cold parts of him to spread her blood across the borders.
thus, he followed, strangely tense despite the clear revival of his son's presence ins sagtannet.