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mahler thought her talk of allies, the fact that she did not need sagtannet, was arrogant. it was a notion that he held a moment, turning it over and over before relinquishment. praimfaya was proud and quick to speak of the accomplishments she had made. mahler was not inclined in such ways. difference did not constitute arrogance, not when she had admitted her faults.
"i vould. you show promise." these words had been spoken to praimfaya before, he was sure, but perhaps not from his point of view. there was far more to leadership than the claim and the fight. bristling warlike and harsh at all times was an exhausting drain upon one's personal resources. and justice was achieved through solid footing.
"astraeus is older now, a child no longer. i suspect he might have roamed avay across the taiga," mahler adjusted smoothly, muzzle dropping to search for the boy's scent. "he vears his own scars these days." 
a plan, taking form within his mind, sharpened by the new knowledge that astraeus had once looked to praimfaya. "it seems each time ve meet a young vone has gone off," he observed dryly. "but if you are staying in this place for a time, i vould ask you to keep your eyes open for him. he needs guidance of another sort."
would she grasp the point of his missive? mahler looked toward the far shadowing of mountains.