Sleepy Fox Hollow heiter

mahler grunted. "you know i feel the same, anselm," he said, both jesting and genuine. "you smell the dead smell, right? vell, under it, if this animal had died of an infection that might infect us, you vould smell something sharper. newer."
he pointed to the worn down molars in the picked skull. "see here? it grew too old to eat. it starved and grew veak, and died here."