Whitebark Stream verlorener bruder

"i enjoy the sound of that," mahler chuffed pleasantly. "perhaps i vill tour you about. ve are not a glacier," he teased gently, comfortable with their rapport, "but rivenvood has sights to be seen." the gargoyle found the idea quite enjoyable: a trip with a knowledgeable counterpart into the realm of green things he had long neglected.
"vill you carry a message to vintersbane, please?" mahler asked politely. "i mean to ask vhen he vould like to plan the hunt between your pack and mine." netting meat for the coming mouths to be fed was in the interest of all their wolves.