Otter Creek honigsüß

@Alheis :)

he meandered with a pika struggling weakly between heavy jaws.
mahler had caught it during his descent from the lofty reaches of sagtannet. the foothills demanded patrols of their own, stone teeth reaching up to encircle the base of the peak.
here he caught a glimpse of harried eyes and patchy grey fur, a herd of deer who fled from the predator suddenly in their midst. tongue lolled; the eisen rested, lavender stare roving after them with a muted interest. 
but it was water that finally captured mahler's full attention, and he descended into the curved lands below the edge of the sunspire, seeking the frozen edges of a creek that burbled there.