Sleepy Fox Hollow one by one

the unknown lands. mahler followed the line of the ghost's gaze toward the place they lay, and for a long moment was silent. his vision for diaspora revolved around the sunspire, and now the range stigmata had so loved was sundering.
were they still wolves of the mountains?
"a deep forest vithin sight of a lake or river, a plateau. ridges, cliffsides. i vant protection for new pups and a vantage point to look down upon the herds."
the strange world beyond; mahler looked to the eager foxfire now, and wondered if she was being sent to die.