Arrow Lake befragung

she downplayed her injury as he had thought she would, but mahler answered in no way, peering grimly at the encrusted socket with its ring of gore.
teeth, he supposed, and a pity — whatever had scarred the silverchased she-wolf’s visage in the past had not seen fit to damage her eyes. but now here they were, and she with no respite from the maladies that had continued to befall her.
”it vill need to be rinsed,” mahler told the motherdove softly, moving to her sighted side that he might escort her back into the packlands, and to the little pool of water wherein he washed certain herbs.
unless aurëwen wished to tell him of what misfortune had befallen her when she was away from home, the gargoyle would not press, lending her the quiet warmth of his presence instead.