Broken Boulder agnik-miu

"i am mahler." the tunnel had spread into the honeycomb of dens, and below the growl of the wind, he could further evaluate the hard muscles beneath the pale coat with a cursory look, the scent of the other unmarred by disease nor brief sickness. yes; he could not afford to let rivenwood go destitute much longer, and nodded toward the other in acceptance.
"from vhere did you come before?" stamping out the snow from the feathering upon his legs, settling his haunches against the stone. mahler was not yet trusting, but wished to gain a bit of respite now that they were not out in the neverending storm. he glanced about, to where he suspected the others might be nestled back into their dens.