Spotted Eagle Mountain die unmöglichkeit

unbeknownst to mahler, his fevered trek had cemented the fate of diaspora in this moment. it was a chilling veil that graced him as he fell silent, attempting to make sense of the choices ketzia had given him. "ve should go back," the general muttered. shame burned into his soul. "i —"
what was the worth of an apology? she would only push it aside, reassure him with her dulcet voice, but the fact remained that he was failing at the head of a pack upon the precipice of splintering into a thousand pieces.
a muscle along his heavy jaw jumped; mahler said nothing more, refusing to lean upon ketzia as he struggled bodily to his large paws and indicated that the pair of them should move back along the path he had forged in a stupor.