Whitebark Stream verlorener bruder

mahler pushed shoulders through the tall waving ferns, but the sound of his name in a familiar voice paused the man. "iana," he rumbled, turning with a careful sway of his dark tail. she looked well, the small woman with her dark points, and the scent wreathing from her was distinctly herbal in nature.
"it sounds as though my congratulations are in order," the shadowpriest added. he felt that by now she had seen his offering, and grew rather self-conscious in spite of himself. "it vill be good to have a close neighbor in the glacier."