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

he watched wylla move off, smitten, before his focus returned in full force to stag. the boy was pleading slumber, which perturbed mahler.
he leant forward to give the younger man a reassuring nudge, satisfied by stag's pupils for the present. "i'm afraid i cannot let you sleep yet. no," he sighed out, looking closely at the boy. "in a paw of time i vill let you go lie down, but until then you must stay vith me." one who had recently injured their head must never be allowed to sleep directly after. oft times, those individuals did not wake.
mahler straightened. "come vith me. ve do not need to talk a lot." he would take stag to his medicinal lair, tidy up the split in the half-grown duckling's scalp.