Sleepy Fox Hollow daunnes

"eins, zwei, drei." mahler lifted a soggy piece of wood with a flourish. worms wriggled. pillbugs crawled away from the sunlight. a trio of grubs writhed at the sudden intrusion. "this is vhat ve call an ecoystem," he told his children. "you see how everyvone is quite self-sufficient underneath?"
there was howling.
there was calling, and it made his blood run cold, for mahler knew that voice and it was not one he had thought he would hear again. "go to your mother," he ordered the little ones, informing @Wylla with a howl that someone he knew had come to the hollow.
and then the gargoyle was off, traveling quickly toward the sunspire and the edge of the hollow, until the bit of white at its edge became a rangy girl with the unmistakable red stripe along her back.
"heda?" he asked hesitantly, incredulously, lavender eyes bright with worry. "vhat is — vhat has happened?"
it was all poised to crash down now.