Northstar Vale pale widows

it was perhaps the longest speech he had yet heard stigmata give. mahler was amused anew; it seemed his steel-ice companion was rather flowery, though the man remained undiminished in the gargoyle's eyes. it was the cunning, the force, the ambition that burnt like a sacrificial fire within stigmata that stirred and kept mahler. 
therefore, he was content to watch the scene play: his kill-brother to issue a command, the stranger to follow, still proud, still unaware that he would follow diaspora. the growl in the krieger's throat for the goldmint woman at his side. she was a hotheaded one, it seemed, and mahler was pleased to see it would not yet come to blows.
their hoary counterpart struck out and the ghosts followed, the she-wolves finding their place at the quarry's side, worrying her as she raced on. they would do well to wear her down; for now the shadow stayed his own blows, keeping pace easily with the rest of the others.