Broken Boulder veränderung

the man was clearly wounded; it became more and more apparent the longer that he stood with eyes trained upon mahler. and the physician was becoming irritable that his patient did not wish to be so, though outwardly he appeared the picture of solemn patience. "hunt this vinter for the pack i am building here." 
he did not enjoy such transactions, but something about the clean-cut directness of it suited mahler. even with his small numbers, the boulder-land could be held. therefore the promise of camaraderie and a place to lay one's head was not out of his ability to offer. 
quiet now, waiting for the stranger to decline or accept, the smell of blood now heavier in the air above the crimson glint. there was yarrow growing close, a profusion of roots; this put him to mind of @Elke and @Ciri. he must go to visit them before the snows drowned him here, and was comforted once more by the ones who had come to follow the eisen.