Bitterroot Valley tragische

he followed the line of takiyok's brilliant gaze where indicated, giving a short nod of assent. where he was scented with nothing, perhaps the barest lingering tendril of swiftcurrent, the fragrance of many were wreathed through her pallid fur. he would heed the woman, and stay far from where her wolves had made their land.
takiyok's inquiry was met with a flat look, albeit one edged with a cool curiosity. he had not expected it from her. giving a low chuff of invitation, mahler circled 'round until he was facing away from the distant glacier. lavender stare fell to the woman; he started off at a sedate pace. and when she had presumably joined him, the gargoyle lengthened his gait into a slow-burning run.