Sunset Valley zwischen

a herd of pronghorn fled the hunter as he walked the wide valley, searching through the tracks left by strangers for any sign of his son.
astraeus would remain so until the end of mahler's days, but it did not change the man's own ineptitude. it shaped any vision of the future he had thus allowed himself, but he pulled his mind sharply from it at the sight of another. her voice carried, goldcoin stare measuring the man.
mahler approached, piqued by their shared similarity in appearance, but did not yet speak, shifting the boundaries of them both in a friendly way as he watched the huntress for any sign of affability.