Arrow Lake Something else

"i know vhy you did it, kazimir," mahler said softly, wanting to impress upon the she-wolf that she needn't explain her actions to him. he had been there, and even had he not, the gargoyle knew well the chaos of the hunt, and how very quickly things could change for those involved. 
the memory of the lone wolf who had been killed hunting in their claim came to mind; his skull had been caved, and steam had risen from the blood upon the snow. "not so bad," mahler murmured, for she could at least walk. "you vill require extra rest. but you vill recover."