Stone Circle I used to think that silence was golden.

entering w permission! <3

mahler had followed a herd of deer far from the edge of the hollow. perhaps it was the last wanderlust of a man, perhaps it was pure peril, but when he saw the bear-paw walls of the valley below, he descended.
mahler was not so foolish as to approach ursus. he headed 'round, keeping the place of the cursed cultwolves in sight but a good distance between.
it was for this reason alone that the gargoyle was within earshot of the woman's agonized voice. the midwife's ears knew it at once for what it was. he crossed the new borders with only a small wince; he found a woman with dead and living children. another she-wolf crouched beside.
"peace," the man called to them both. "i am a midvife, ja?" he explained in a gruff voice. he looked at the woman who sought to stop the blood and nodded. "do you have more of this?" mahler took a place near the side of the downed mother, searching her for infection.