Sawtooth Spire erbärmlich

if one was to live upon a mountain, one must be used to the feel of a forest.
by turns carrying her, mahler led little @Phaedra upon a short woodland tour, one that culminated with him sitting down to observe the various fauna. he expected her to do the same, focusing his interest upon a shivering young buck that stood stock-still and staring at the predator and his child.
mahler was not hungry now; his interest was piqued as could only be for a killer. presently he yawned, stretched, and cast lavender eyes about for phaedra, reveling in the greenery of the spring-warmed place.