Northstar Vale My sun becomes your moon

where diaspora roamed, there were sentries, and mahler was one such.
the incursion of new wolves into the heart of the territory had not gone unnoticed. with takiyok soon to whelp, his patrols had doubled, seeking to identify and drive away any creatures that might pose a threat to the woman in her greatest hour. and while the vale was not too near the lake, it was near enough to draw mahler's attention.
today he moved quietly, along a low ridge that ran across the edge of the vale. his dour lilac gaze appraised the pale and crippled creature not far below, and as the wolf began to cough violently, the gargoyle's ears cupped forward. the echoing hack was unfortunately familiar, and he wondered if the stranger would infect those who followed her, and by proxy, any diasporans who came close.
and so he only watched, visible now if she should look upward.