Sleepy Fox Hollow einigung

mahler laughed, a rich and winnowing sound. and it felt more genuine than a laugh he had felt in a while, with nothing of rivenwood bouncing inside it. "a mercy," he chose in the next. "for them as vell as their counterparts."
not all boys grew to men.
he stopped to ponder the silhouettes trotting before himself and river, ensconced in the blue-black shadows of the mountainspanned forest. the instinct to protect her was suddenly great, sharpened by her renewed presence with him and the physical evidence of her body. she should not run first.
all these words were set aside.
"ve should keep them back from the side of the cliff. if they go over, ve cannot follow," mahler instructed, moving left with a confident stalk that would intend to encircle their quarry.