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his bulk covered her easily; mahler was impassive, lifting his muzzle to dodge her kicking. the accented nature of her words matched his own, but the irksome manner in which they had met annoyed mahler enough not to further explore the newcomer. some amusement welled in him at her predicament, but she had dropped his kill.
yet the gargoyle did not release her, not yet, settling his weight more firmly overtop the would-be thief. her ferocity intrigued him despite his irritation, and her compromised position lent itself well to his sense of dominance. "yes, you are stupid," he answered gently, "but also brave."
"i vill let you go if you depart now. the grouse is mine, and you do not need it." his lilac stare had softened somewhat, but his voice gathered the coldness of a warning — he had been merciful and she unlucky. further attempts would rouse his ire.