Noctisardor Bypass the brave little tailor

rivenwood's land sloped and changed, thick pinewood drifting back to reveal the edge of a clearing, and toward its center, the small cave where mahler kept his pharmacy. but they had not yet arrived; he set his shoulder close, offering in quiet his strength as not to shame thade more with offering.
hard enough to be injured.
he listened to his son speak of misplaced trust. a fall. the departure of this individual. not for the first time did he wonder if thade's extended time outside their home as a young cub influenced his trusting nature in some way.
he would take up the neglected threads; he would be a better father and a more heard teacher.
"not everyvone is vorth your time," mahler said carefully. "he should not have left you. but i am glad it vas not a fight that left you this vay," the man admitted as they neared the entrance to the densite.
"vhen you have mended, thade, i vould like to spar vith you. it is a necessary skill."