Sleepy Fox Hollow lächeln

by turns mournful and meditative, mahler coursed the empty game trails on the far west of the hollow with a gait designed to set him alone. he truly this time wanted his solitude, to sort the myriad buzzing thoughts plaguing him.
first there was the matter of takiyok, then of andraste.
if he was to be honest, they must know about one another. 
if he was to be cunning, it would be to keep silent. 
and if he was to be wise, it would do him well to remember that both the winterwhite and the motherdove would find out his deception of them. together. mahler swallowed, fearing very little save for the combined anger of that pair.
therefore, it was prudent to choose the option of honesty, and hang the cost.
a little more relieved, mahler pawed closer to a pool cast by a half-melted icicle, and began to lap contemplatively at the cold liquid.
and what about@Wylla?