Phoenix Maplewood entschlossen

mahler would not stop his search for @Astraeus as he had not for thade. in the afternoon he traveled westward, toward a forest that would be one day cloaked in red brilliance. for now he remembered it only as it had been during his fight with the boy, how the wolves had disappeared after that.
here he paused, tilted his head, called for his son in a peal that carried over stoneward mountain and taiga hill. 
if he was heard by another, mahler did not know it; head down and legs churning in a stoic canter through the empty woodland.