Broken Boulder agnik-miu

mahler was quiet for a moment while the wind keened, drawing up the same sort of protocols he had done for all the others. in the end, however, rivenwood was in no position to refuse another hunter. "yes," he hummed against the teeth of the storm. "come."
turning, the gargoyle braced his broad shoulders, lowering head below shoulders and pinning his ears back as he began to slowly search for the trail that had brought him out into the elements. they were not far from the boulder; a handful of minutes, for mahler paused several times to assure that the man had not faded into the snow.
he shook out his ruff in the small shelter just below the surface, where the earthen passageway dipped lower into the dens. "this is rivenvood," he said in a small jest, thinking how ironic it was that he could not even pronounce the name of his own land.