Noctisardor Bypass steel your heart, the dawn will come

a coughing fit weakened mahler as the howl rose above the forbidding stone walls of rivenwood.
he sank weakly to his haunches, swearing in his guttural way. but between speedy and iana, as well as his own treatments, the blood had not returned.
for this mahler was grateful, though he took some minutes to put himself in order before descending from the high reaches into their boundaries.
the creature in front of him reminded the gargoyle of kavik's child, though without the hardness that had marked the silverwraith's voice and eyes. pelted in shades of autumn, the princeling was anything but what mahler expected from a man.
his steps were at last stilled as he stood steadfast, towering over the tiny wolf in his usual expectant silence.