Noctisardor Bypass morgenstern

mahler had not gone at once to sequoia.
he had filled his hours with patrols, with searches, with filling his pharmacy. he had avoided all. he had looked for iana again, and praimfaya after, though it was long known that those searches were futile.
finally with pelt full of leaves and paws stained he trudged back toward the rendezvous at dawn, hoping @Sequoia was near and he would not have to call for her. much as he had come to love the children, the gargoyle did not know how to comprehend their nearness now.
within his mind, wylla's hurt voice told him that he had wasted no time.
mahler felt the ache reverberate.