Sleepy Fox Hollow My paws are tired

the man rodyn had come back. mahler's pelt had grown into the winter fur that would cover him once more. the charcoal had deepened into a rich grey, save for his muzzle which by now had mostly silvered. still the gargoyle was imposing, but it was not with aggression that he approached.
"what brings you today?" he cast his eyes over the items.