Sleepy Fox Hollow spaziergang

dusty rose spoke in clarity and the man nodded, but the boy's question caught him off-guard. such a small thing, such an expected thing in the scope of a discourse. he was thinking of marigold; he was thinking of the children he had never forgotten.
so cloudy were the images nevertheless that mahler could not recall if he had even described them to wylla.
"the valley was small but beautiful. i vas born there and remember the vaterfall by which we denned. but later there vas a fever vich broke out and killed many of the pack," the man said softly, evenly. carefully. "i dispersed after that."
there was nothing left for me there.
mahler cleared his throat. "for vhat it is vorth, dusty, i am glad you are here. i think you make a fine addition to paleo." his lips quirked upward and he gave a answering sway of his tail.