Noctisardor Bypass the voodoo engine

it was the summoning call of a boy that rose errant on the cold wind and came to mahler's ears. 
he attended with a swift, heavy step, the tread of his large body meant to be unveiled as he traipsed toward the young pair. astraeus now, his boy silent and scarred, and mahler took up residence alongside the growing warrior.
"arbiter is no longer in charge here. this territory now belongs to rivenvood."
he assumed the youthful wolves were the half-grown children he had once scented upon these borders; arbiter's children, perhaps. but this place was not for them, and while he would not be cruel, mahler saw no reason not to place them directly upon their way.