Arrow Lake zaftig

she was gone, and with her the little cubs sired by her mountain cur. mahler had returned from a extended expedition into the furthermost reaches of diasporan territory to find aurëwen departed, her teeth having been bared against stigmata.
and so he had found himself rife with grief, with anger; mahler had considered pursuing her, to ask the motherdove why she had done it.
but the gargoyle had not, and now found himself facing into the fading light of dusk with a bitter sigh upon his lips.