Arrow Lake brot und wasser

to be so caught between worlds; mhaler could not imagine the scorn kazimir had suffered for her mixed blood. "i see you as volf," the man said softly. he meant them as a statement, both of reassurance, and as confirmation that she was not as she had seen the others. in diaspora, mahler had little time for such prejudices.
to hunt, to defend, to fill the caches. to be one's own, but surrender that for the greater good of a pack — those things mattered to the gargoyle, not origin. "i am glad you came avay from there, kazimir," mahler went on a moment later. "it is better that you are here."