Dragoncrest Cliffs Close your eyes and sleep,

before he had come to found diaspora with the late stigmata, mahler had roved valley and taiga a lone man, free of constraints, feral. it was to this that he hearkened with a quick snap of his mentality, but this time the gargoyle had sagtannet to defend. the distance between the cliffs and the newly claimed mountain was similar to that betwixt sawtooth and the canyon of marauders.
the woman held her ground with another order, but mahler churlishly trampled the silent barrier and lunged for her, fangs unsheathed. ferocious this shadow may be, the shadowpriest was more willing to earn further wounds in service of his packland. and so he cut his muzzle toward her shoulder, gaze turned to lavender stone and tail whirling behind his hips to steady the balance.