Sleepy Fox Hollow Folk star

diaspora was small, but at peace.
mahler had discovered an elk carcass felled by an early-risen bear, which had wandered off after its fill was taken. after waiting some time, he had called for his wolves, and they had feasted for the first time in long months.
it was a well-fed general that attended the scraggly child at his borders. for the time being, heat-scent had died from the hollow, setting mahler into a less tense state, but he was no less guarded than before.
a languid stalk brought him to regard the young one, fur askew, delicate-boned, perhaps far too weak for that which diaspora demanded. and yet the fruitfulness of his scavenging had put him into a better mood.
"vhat is it you vant?" mahler rumbled, lilac eyes cold upon the bedraggled stranger.