Sleepy Fox Hollow the cat keeps kicking me in his sleep

death came for all things, and rotted each individual's flesh in the same way. mahler could no more understand mou's hesitance than he could muster interest in the mouldering body. had it not already been cavebound, he might have been interested in a burial of convienience, but there was no need.
the younger man trailed mahler; the older of the pair arrested his gait and fell back to flank mou. "do you miss blackfeather?" the gargoyle inquired, unable to help his curiosity over the mysterious goings-on and fall of the pack. he had never pressed maegi for details, but perhaps her scarred mate might help dispel some of mahler's inquisitiveness.