Arrow Lake What are people but deaths that haven't happened yet?

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for some time, mahler remained close, watching over the slumbering dragomir. he allowed himself the indulgence of several more memories, wafted to him by the scent of milk on both these little ones, and closed his own eyes for a long breath of time.
when the gargoyle had returned to himself, he moved softly away from the pair, attempting to make no noise, and smiled down once over their sleeping forms before casting a glance to their watchful father and decamping from the thicket to his own den.
for a long time thereafter, the warmth of the day remained with him.