Arrow Lake Something else

while he was impressed with kazimir's handling of the hunt, mahler was worried in regard to the injuries she might have sustained after being thrown by the moose. and so he sought her out, dismayed by the mismatched tracks of her trail, and further so by the woman herself when he finally spotted her in the distance.
"kazimir, stop," he commanded gently with a call, loping toward the huntress until the distance between them was closed. bending forward, mahler wasted no time in beginning a brisk inspection of her limbs. "you have torn something," he declared, lifting his eyes back to her face and awaiting an answer.