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sequoia's directness was always a blessing in these times.
mahler listened to witch speak, giving only a nod once she had finished. for a long moment the graf was silent, looking off toward the trees.
"stay from the edges of the forest yourself, vitch, you and your sisters. especially as the season grows cold. crueler animals than us lurk vhen the snow prepares to come."
he did not mean to be so dour, and it was apparent in the way his shoulders softened. "i vill need to mark the furthest vones before long. perhaps you could come vith me?"
a glance to sequoia. this disappearance had been hard upon all of them. "are the both of you sleeping at all?"