Redsand Canyon prüfstein

their numbers had dipped yet again.
frowning, jaw set and brow furrowed, mahler decamped from his borders to explore the unclaimed territory between himself and the distant courtfall, fairy-realm of @Andraste. he did not often think of her from the day-to-day; whether this was due to the stresses of leadership or a healed heart, he did not know.
and nor did he care.
the heatbound scents kept the gargoyle honed, abristle; it seemed he had never hungered for the flesh before such a time.
he came down into the winterfell canyon wherein he had met one of the woman's courtiers, lapped at the snow with parched tongue before drifting on, searching as much for would-be joiners as he was for those willing to take his weight, drive away the spectres of failure for a short time.