Arrow Lake What are people but deaths that haven't happened yet?

mahler pulled his muzzle just out of reach, but the child's sudden, smooth movement, and the stiff-bodied nature with which he regarded the gargoyle plainly conveyed displeasure. "all right," came the man's vibrating voice 'round the boy. "no more of that." amused at how very large a personality dragomir already seemed to possess, mahler used forelegs and nudges of his long nose to right the boy onto his stomach.
it was surprising to think that such a small child would soon be eating food and testing the limits of the thicket with sharp, small teeth. "just as long as you do not eat more dirt," mahler teased, a true smile curling his lips upward now.