Sleepy Fox Hollow when you wake, you're bargaining

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"of course." the trees would eventually thin to grassland, snowcovered now. and then even that would give way to the tell-tale scent of poppies that were banked beneath the drifts, softly dreaming and preparing to bloom bloody and vibrant in the summertime.
"his name vas sieger. she named him vhen she was very young. i saw him often after that. she alvays had an affinity for the unvolflike: she grew attached to those soft little animals."
here the lake curved into a soft arc toward the wolves, and a great falls cascaded down into its frigid depths, quiet now and held in the white stasis of winterfreeze. the cliffs were high but not sharp, and a single oak stood sentinel over all.
mahler grunted with a moment's contentment and moved forward to lap at the lake's surface, scratching at the ice for shavings to wet his tongue. he glanced toward the waterfall and then back to wylla, silent in his anticipation to see what expression might transform her much-beloved face.