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the girl responded with truths that mahler had no choice but to accept. outwardly, there was little sign of quellcrist's shift. she was an active member of sagtannet that helped to feed the new generation: an admirable feat for any wolf, but he had been especially proud to see her take up wintersbane's mantle.
"all right," the gargoyle grunted reluctantly. "i vould hope that if you did not feel good, you vould come to me." but it was futile; quellcrist did not appear to understand what he meant.
perhaps he had been mistaken.
features suffused with his usual tepid expression; mahler nodded toward her catch. "maybe when they are older, you vill teach them how to hunt half so vell."