Duskfire Glacier platzwunde

the figure that arrived was tiny and elfin, with a pair of verdant eyes that fixed curiously upon him. "hello, frau," mahler murmured in a matchingly quiet tone, dipping his broad scarred muzzle toward her. "i am mahler, of rivenvood. i seek vintersbane, for ve have known each other a long vhile."
enough to lead together, to break bread together. family.
had he known that the man was turned away by wylla, mahler might have sought this meeting far earlier.