Sleepy Fox Hollow when you wake, you're bargaining

once wylla spoke in the affirmative, mahler felt his mind made. he pressed his cheek against her own. "you are home, liebling." he spoke with finality and love. "you have vatched me ... attach myself so many times to pieces of land, at the expense of yourself." he pulled back only to seek her eyes again. 
"where you are, i am home."
a twitch to his lips now and one that did not reach his eyes, but the gargoyle meant it. he looked around the hollow again. "it is familiar and fortifiable here. we have two vater sources and are protected from the vorst of the vind by the mountains."
mahler did not look in the direction of the lake which had once been the base for diaspora — but he wondered.
"and ve vould be close to sagtannet, vhich is a fine place to hunt."
speaking of the future stirred him, steadied him.