Redsand Canyon vernarbung

the woman who moved to greet him was polite and young, with dark fur and shadowed chestnut eyes to match. "good afternoon. i am mahler. my vife and i have settled in the hollow south of your canyon."
most telling was the other's scent, which he caught as he moved past the woman to enter her den. or perhaps it was not her own. there were a series of pelts upon the floor and the heavy, familiar fragrance of many herbs.
only because he had applied himself to midwifery could he detect any chance in her own personal aura at all. it seemed that ruenna was not the only one who would bear children in this place called mereo.
"i have known your matrona a long vhile. it vas good to find her here, and happy." but he would not wax on.
"by trade i am a midvife, and i vould like to offer my education to you as a show of goodvill and alliance."
leadership may have no longer suited mahler, but diplomacy remained a part of him. he sat gingerly upon a blanket and waited for her to answer.