Phantom Hollow ausbessern

backdated to like 12/12

the threat of snow had arrived into a tempest. mahler stood blinking dolefully against the rush of it, in the direction of where star held rivenwood. his visit at moonspear had only been a short while; he had pulled himself away, citing the travel home. it bittered him to do so, for surely his image in the eyes of ciri and elke would be diminished.
breath now wreathing in a cloud around his heavy head, the man passed into a place filled with eerie quiet. only the sound of his own paws could be heard, the expanse of his flanks; stoneflower eyes searched and again for any movement, and from time to time mahler glanced along his own shoulder to ensure he missed nothing.