Sleepy Fox Hollow herzschmerz

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the man's senses jerked him awake abruptly; he had no concept of how much time had passed, only that he had foolishly fallen asleep in the open and now was no longer alone. a large yawn split his heavy jaws, and he blinked several times to gather his bearings as he straightened to his full height. 
the watchman was coffee-cream and poised, and mahler followed the line of his gaze toward the prey just out of reach. giving a soft grunt of greeting, he passed his tongue over his dark lips and approached with a rolling, gentle stride that promised only friendliness. after all, what if this man had not merely watched, but attacked? mahler knew there was something in that for which to be grateful, and settled on his haunches some feet away to watch the trajectory of the herd as well.