Noctisardor Bypass Spirits of the calling

mahler would have been amused to know that the aged woman considered him a youngster. she moved slowly and was quite weak. perhaps a harder iteration of him might have turned her away, perhaps the one which had once lived in diaspora.
but this version of mahler knew that this she-wolf was at the end of her life. he did not expect someone so frail to exist through another heavy winter. the irony was that he too was without his same strength.
"vhat guided you?" the shadowpriest settled carefully to his haunches. "i am mahler. this is rivenvood."
he would wait for her efforts to restore her. the feeling within was that he could not leave her here. it would be inhumane. mahler was pragmatic but he did not think himself cruel.