Noctisardor Bypass schwarzemünze

aokatti. mahler had not known there was a name for such. in silence he pondered it, standing alongside kigipigak with a solemn expression. "that stigmata vas." it felt good to speak the name aloud; he knew his brother's bones lay interred within the reaches of the sunspire mountains, but he would not go back.
this would be his dominion now, the place he had chosen for a future burial.
for mahler had wearied of the breath and of the dance.
a switch of his tail. nothing more to say. the leader's lavender stare narrowed upon the distant moving figure of a single goat, and with steadyminded intuition he began to move toward it with the silent invite for his packmate to join.