Sleepy Fox Hollow einigung

:o

mahler turned.
his belly crawled with the cramping surprise that stigmata himself had heard the low imploring and come back. the figure moved with the same ironwolf assurance, but as the distance between them lapsed, mahler heard the voice and his own long-ago title held within it.
"river?" the gargoyle's voice was gruff yet questioning, warming iota by second as the time went on. she was a vision of them both, he felt. and the practiced midwife's gaze could not keep from noting the finer details another man might not have noticed.
so his brother would have grandchildren. where had river tucked them, mahler wondered.
"it is good to see you again. argent too, has returned from time to time." would she care about that? was she seeking her siblings, her mother?