Noctisardor Bypass schwarzemünze

mahler answered with a pleased quirk to the corner of his mouth, something that bestowed an understanding between them. "perhaps you vill find that time here," he said softly. the season to come would be an exercise in restraint, and mahler entertained no such notions that the younger wolves in the pack would keep to themselves.
many considerations to be had on that part, but none to be voiced aloud. mahler felt heavily in this moment the weight of his own isolation, not only from men but from the others in rivenwood; driven by an internal lash that drove him far beyond them, a cold figurehead.
he did not like it.
"the moment i decided that i vanted more vas vhen i hunted vith my kill-brother for the first time," the gargoyle said slowly. "ve said no vords. ve spoke only the language of our bodies, and not until ve had tasted blood did ve say our names." a night of feral starlight and the echoing cry of a dying ruminant. and from that they had built diaspora.