Redtail Rise Do your dirt, make your mark

mahler's ears swung forward with mild surprise that she knew the name of his companion. however, the other seemed cunning, prolific even. perhaps it was not such a shock after all. the winterwhite agreed to accompany him on his return to the range, and he gave a single nod. "i do not need your fealty, takiyok." she belonged only to herself; if she only stayed through the snows and departed, it would be her way, for she belonged only to herself, as did they all.
those were mahler's thoughts upon the matter; he did not know now if stigmata's would mirror his own. but the northerner was hale, intelligent; for even a handful of months, she would bring her pride to diaspora, and the gargoyle could not fault her that. "vould you like to stay here for the evening?" came the quiet cadence of his voice, seeking briefly the woman's flame-bright gaze. the mountains could wait; a night of grief could be spared on the cold cliffside before they went back to stigmata.