Sleepy Fox Hollow you did not break me

AW but she's looking for @Mahler

For now, the ground was still. Gracefully, the white-washed nymph stalked the lands of the hollow, her nose quivering as she sought the General’s company. Grey clouds rolled above, tracing shadows upon the small paradise they had found—as if a reminder to the dangers that slept around them. It was as if a dragon lived beneath the mountain—the Diaspora wolves had sought safety after the collapse and with the acceptance they had fully left Stigmata behind, the woman steeled her composure.

One ear would flicker at the sounds around her—the solitude that had settled upon them for a moment. Careful eyes of jaded green kept close watch on her brood during these times, but she sought Mahler’s singular presence, her lips pressed to a thin line.