Sawtooth Spire *Knock-Knock* Daddy's Home

a man of smoke and fire at his borders. mahler trusted no one these days, least of all a strange male arriving so soon after his son had disappeared. it was with his own storm that the gargoyle arrived, silhouetted against the misted rain. he trotted through it, hard pads gripping easily the land he had come to know.
why was star's name in this man's throat? mahler fretted that he already knew the answer — the event that had led him to betray his word to takiyok now stood at their sodden borders. stare of cold lilac haunted the well-built details of the man, and the eisen descended with a tall bristle of guard hairs shivering along his shoulders.
he said nothing, only looked upon the unknown wolf with a great warning harsh in his eyes: speak well or lose your blood.