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somehow the man had spread himself quite thin, and found the effects of it to be more pronounced by the day. yet mahler refused to let his outer resolve falter; when the motherdove called for him, he plucked up the remains of his fieldmice meal to swallow along the way, and approached the borders with the single-minded intent of completing whatever task there was to be had before seeking his den and an hour or two of respite.
honeyed and gentle-seeming, the stranger seemed already charmed by aurëwen, which was more than forgivable. the former seawolf had become an effusive and kind-hearted nurturer among the cooler diasporans; the truth of this had not escaped mahler's notice.
for now he strode to her side, letting his bearing speak for him as always, and wondering why this time of spring had brought so many joiners to the land.