Morningside Cuesta wachsam

the gargoyle was about to call for the girl himself when a familiar pale figure approached. as the snows gave way before the steps of the wolf, mahler saw it was no stranger at all. "kigipigak," he grunted when the two men stood close enough to speak.
mahler felt sharper than he had in some time, though the illness had cost him a toll. the younger man was hale as he had been before. "it is good to see you so vell."