Arrow Lake akunialuk

each day he looked for thorn, and each day mahler came away dismayed. the man's scent in diaspora was all but faded; he feared the worst and it set him abristle, causing him to call for extra patrols. the existence of six growing babes within the packland fueled his trepidation, his angst, and the shadowpriest often found himself exhausted at the end of each day.
songnotes touched the air, the call of a wolf awaiting a verdict, and mahler's wide jaws split in a yawn as he paused before gathering himself to answer. pale vonnaruil and dark ingram had already accosted the large creature upon the borders, a cold-looking individual who uniformly resembled takiyok. noting this with some interest, mahler came to stand alongside the other diasporans, tail flagging momentarily over his haunches as he settled the impassive lilac of his voidless stare upon the newcomer.