Noctisardor Bypass Do you like it when I'm away?

The man introduced himself as well -- 'Mahler', he says, 'Graf of Rivenwood'; assumably the name of the village he so fiercely guarded on the forefronts. He had never heard of any portion of leadership referred to as Graf, and given the accent that drawled from the dark man's raspy baritones, it must've been for a reason.

Another had joined the fray -- their paws smaller, and dark as well but of a warmer shade. He still didn't wish to risk the eye contact to find out, however. "A range of skills in my field. I diagnose and treat my p-patients with medicines that I've been studying since y-youth." His mother being the one to teach him herself, as she'd been the coastal village's physician before she'd passed. Somehow his job was like a blessing and a curse -- a reminder that he needed to keep going and continue her legacy, all while living with the stabbing memory that he'd not been knowledgeable enough during his teen years to save the woman in time. 

He could not save her.

"I am also a pediatrician in this field. S-Since I've worked with children a lot..."