Sleepy Fox Hollow one by one

annaliese was not without pride, something mahler admired, though it was a silent expression within himself. "this is diaspora. i am mahler, its general." after all that had transpired, the gargoyle still found it odd to refer to himself as such.
"vhat do you bring that ve might not already have, annaliese?" mahler purled, stepping forward. her acceptance had been confirmed, but her demeanor intrigued him enough to continue the questioning. 
charcoal ear twitched at the small shifting of stones along the ridge top; lavender eyes, slightly warmer now, searched her fiery countenance. "before you confirm it is vhat you desire, you must first be informed that this home is temporary. ve are of the mountains, but it appears the mountains are no longer a safe home." transient, as they had always been, only now it was forced.