Broken Boulder finsternis [bwp]

he would have gone back under had not the faintest sound come to his ageing ear. mahler cupped both auds in that direction, waded out into the gathering drifts. the call grew less muddled, more clear, and the gargoyle's breath hitched in his throat. 
lunging in greater steps, mahler pressed through the naked trees, wending his way closer and closer until at last his lilac eyes were filled with the sight of his beautiful wayward boy. "thade," he breathed, though he came to an abrupt stop, unsure if he should reach for his son. in the next, however, he had done just so. "vhere did you go?" he asked softly, voice gruff with emotion.