Nova Peak jämmerlich

mahler drifted closer, crouched over the wide mark the moose had left. he nodded at its hefty edges, mountains in the mud shoved into existence by the mere plod of the weighty beast. "man ist schnell und man ist stark," he remarked, but his attention was upon her inquisitive look.
"ich habe zwei von ihnen drei tage lang gesehen. kaninchen jagen," mahler added, as it if might sweeten to excess the experience offered.
"have you been to the grotto?" the gargoyle asked then, thinking of the place just near the mountain that had once invited packlife, or so it seemed according to the scattered bones and its new pair of winged inhabitants.
he could not pick a language; it seemed natural to allow things to buoy along a lakebed as they might, surrendering to the control he did not have in this situation and nor did he want, for it was warm between he and his child once more.