Sunset Valley seltsam

an ice-carved valley stood sentinel between the bracken forest and the lands leading to the peak.
it was a place he had once thought to bring his children to hunt while sagtannet stood, but he tore his mind fiercely from that point.
for some inexplicable reason, he thought of @Ketzia in the cold afternoon, drifted softly by silkfluff snowflakes. his figure moved boldly through the valley; mahler neither sought prey nor a trail, only moved with an utter blankness to his silvering features as he thought upon diaspora and all that had gone to the grave with stigmata.