Sleepy Fox Hollow the cat keeps kicking me in his sleep

the other's words swept him close. the tension was palpable, but his own settled in place. he would judge no one a wariness when he himself was so mistrusting.
he took up the thin stream of rotsmell, followed it to the corridor wherein the deceased lay.
a low chuff; he stared a moment and in time returned to mou. "perhaps they vere lost to the earth moving." the man commented stoically.
let them be at rest then; he saw no reason to come back, nor why mou would stay.
a lingering glance on the other man; mahler turned and began to pad his way to sunlight.