Noctisardor Bypass Spirits of the calling

medicines and the presence of an abiding love.
mahler had found a new semblance of strength. he had at once returned to the borders, freshening and deepening the boundaries of rivenwood. he found himself still without the robustness of yesteryear. the gargoyle was annoyed to find that his patrol took twice as long.
but it was during such that a stringy, feminine howl reached weakly into the air. he paused amid the forests turning to fireweave. a carpet of orange and yellow led him to the caller. it was a woman of great age, curled at the borders as if she were a fawn. this was such a way to greet a potential pack that mahler did not at once know what to do.
and so the stony lavender gaze only coursed over her. the woman wore a striking pelt of heather-grey. mahler saw that she breathed, and cleared his throat. "are you ill, frau?"