Sleepy Fox Hollow i wanna see the way you look up under all those stars

the tension mahler had been holding in his heavy jaw lessened; he let out an amused huff through his nostrils as stag rose up, crying after his allotted task.
"and she vill not be back," the general assured following wylla's declaration. "be still. you struck your head rather hard."
he leant forward, gazed with a  firm scrutiny into the boy's dazed face. "blink a couple of times for me, stag," mahler ordered. he had seen the pupil constrict when the young wolf returned to consciousness, but he wished to see it again, for he must be certain.