Sleepy Fox Hollow beschwerde

a foul mood had engulfed the general that morning, spat from the ashes that still smouldered after his cruel interlude with the dove.
it had begun with a failed pika hunt, followed by a fall to his chest within a hidden drift. dragging himself from the cold morass had taken a great deal of strength; he had gotten upon a patrol only to find a pair of coyotes had ravaged a far cache.
hackles upflung and face set into more stony an expression than usual, mahler sought to isolate himself until the anger passed, unwilling to take it out upon any who might approach — the clear bristle of his imposing figure should ward away any would-be conversationalists.