Broken Boulder where the river narrows

mahler's eyes shifted to the great pale man, who had been silent for the duration of this meet. aside from stigmata, mahler had not shared a pack with another man who had sired his own children. howl was no exception; though he had come to and fro, he had not been part of sagtannet. 
this year stag might have entered fatherhood.
pain clutched at him.
"none yet and none planned, for myself," mahler chose to say. "i had five last year." astraeus counted always in that number. "i suppose i might rest this year, ja?" he chuckled. "prove yourself to us, and i vill grant vhat you seek."
the freedom of the immediate suspension toward his own edict pleased mahler, and worried him. but he would not take back what he had said.
the gargoyle gestured southwest.
"ve are in the midst of moving from this place to the bypass. there vas a pack there. ve escorted them avay," mahler added, for it had been the briefest of skirmishes to solidify his claim. "it is larger and can accommodate more easily the lines that may begin in rivenvood this season."