Sleepy Fox Hollow heimlichtuerei

it had rained all day.
mahler had gone down for some fishing. it was not truly his forte, as he was rather made for stalking larger game. but the detailwork of the activity soothed his mind.
it appeared as though heda hated him. he could not truly blame her and had not pressed for an opportunity to explain himself. what would it have mattered? 
but still he was haunted a bit, and presently the gargoyle roused himself and went for a run through the misty air.