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hypervigilant since thade, mahler knew.
he had combed the foothills for worripa, desperately hoping that he would not find the spoor of cat again.
the man's coat bristled with debris, and he returned to sit upon his haunches with a pensive mien. sequoia too had come back, and together they seemed to share the same worried air.
"i am going to ask for a messenger from the glacier. ve vill not vait longer than ve have to get the vord out."
he looked at witch now, the crags of his solemn face softening. "did vorripa happen to suggest to you or any of the others vhere he might have gone?"