Sleepy Fox Hollow when you wake, you're bargaining

mahler felt a surge of anger; he wanted to snap that he no longer wished to lead, wished to make choices of any kind. that each home he had chosen after diaspora had been a failing of some kind; that he was unfit to lead and unfit to choose.
and then the anger turned toward himself and became shame. how dare he feel such rage and even think of letting wylla bear it! she who has suffered so long beneath his selfishness and come with him here. she had given up so much to be beside mahler.
and so the man trained his purple eyes upon sagtannet where their eldest had gone to ground. "i think the mountain is safest, but it —" the foothills. thade. 
for an open and visible moment he struggled; then mahler cleared his throat and glanced around the hollow. "you alvays enjoyed this place. it is defensible. not so large."
he too did not think of the saints. he only looked to wylla now, wondering.