Noctisardor Bypass And emptiness is all you know.

the moment was lost; he had lost it, mahler supposed.
he made no answer, motioning toward a flicker of movement. a doe, standing in the falling shadow of a birch-tree. 
brave, to stray so close, and yet mahler softened the lines of himself to see her, to somehow experience the thrum of rivenwood about them, deep and steadying.
"you might take up vatching vildlife vhile you recover," the man commented more lightly than he felt. "i have found it to be a rather satisfying pastime."