Moonspear ausländer

the shadowpriest let out the breath he had gathered for a summons as he was attended by a sable presence that commanded the sum of his attention. she was the cool of charcoal's jet underbelly; his gaze was swallowed by her own briefly before she let it flit over the various toothmarks that had made their tearing upon his body.
mahler was quite judged; in another beast, he might have scoffed at the use of the title queen, but hydra of moonspear embodied the role far better than he could have expected. a low bow before he lifted his dark head once more, intrigued by the notching of one eloquent ear.
"a day's vorth, eure majestät," came his soft rumble. "and you presume correctly. i vas summoned by a bird," and here the arch of a brow, but surely hydra would know of what he spoke. mahler wished then to ask after the fairylight, to press that be taken to her at once, but recognized that first the queen of the mountain must see him worthy.