Noctisardor Bypass teil eins

it had been five days since mahler had gone into seclusion.
the cough had not gotten worse, and neither was it accompanied by any other maladies.
he had experimented with several types of mint in the meantime, seeking anything that might soothe the roughened pressure at the back of his throat. another week, and the graf suspected he would be able to rejoin the rest of rivenwood. by then, he would know himself not to be contagious.
but until that time, the gargoyle kept to the far fringes of the bypass, hunting small game and allowing long stretches of sleep. it would be a quiet time for the man, before he came back to the pack and picked up the planned threads of his journey with phaedra.
today he lay chin across forelegs, lilac gaze watching the thin trickle of creekwater that he had found ekeing away from the lagoon @Laurel had named.