Sleepy Fox Hollow tropfen blut

no posting order! <3 ill post in another week or when everyone has posted again!

 

etienne was first to arrive, and a rumbling chuff from mahler that signaled the man's approval. anselm next, receiving a warm look, and then tierra. the young woman's playful greeting brought a smile to his face, and he gestured toward a cluster of pregnant does, but spoke not.
emmerich was next, and mahler looked with steady confidence toward the son who had followed he and wylla into guardianship. yet the boy was reluctant to leave the hollow, and the gargoyle knew he must somehow show emmerich that such forays were indeed necessary to know the enemies which might come to the borders — or the opportunities that lay without.
wylla was next to appear, and mahler waved his tail with a low croon, greeting her affectionately before the pack. that he wanted her to stay back was unsaid, for he knew he did not need to remind her of such things. he met her eye and then welcomed waxwing with a friendly flick of his ears.
"the deer are caught between that single oak and us, now," mahler began. "if ve frighten them and keep them corralled, they vill leap from those falls into the lake below." it was a strategy that relied on a strong holding line and the eventual stupidity of deer, but mahler hoped it would also lessen the chances of any injury.
"vonce they are in the vater, it is only a matter of holding them there until they are too exhausted to fight." he looked to each of paleo in turn, then grunted and turned toward the grazing masses. "vaxving, etienne, vylla, vith me." he knew his mate would not involve herself closer to the hooves than was safe, but keeping her in his party satisfied some greatly anxious part of mahler.
"emmerich, anselm, und tierra, together." if paeon came along, he might place her with himself. "in two groups ve go up, ja? form a vide line, keep them from escaping around the edges." he wanted to convey each direction; today was not one to rely upon gambits, for success would feed the pack a good while if they triumphed.
when it seemed as though his instruction had been taken, mahler turned with wind whispering upon his nape, and began to move through the tall grass toward a point which would terrify the deer back toward the cliffline.