Noctisardor Bypass I keep trying to let you go

mahler did not stir.
the only pack that met such a description was ursus, and it was not a place he knew, or wished to know. their dealings with laurel, however, fledged a deep protectiveness in him over laurel.
"i am mahler, graf of rivenvood." the gargoyle shelved their faces beside the shape of their names, and the color of their eyes.
"i vill answer your questions." the words were uttered in the same level tone, but mahler was now more guarded, thinking of the daughter she had slain outside their borders.
merrick had not then known.
did these saints know it?