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he had not expected alarian to answer; the charcoal ears swept forward in surprise, then mahler settled himself to listen. a murderer. it was not what he had thought possible of the slim boy, and when the explanation came, the man gave a low chuff. "it is not murder if you are defendink yourself," the gargoyle muttered in a low tone. inching closer, mahler offered a clumsy nudge to the narrow shoulder. "vee are creatures of fierce things. your teeth are your veapons against this vorld, alarian." into silence he lapsed then, glancing off toward the distant horizon.