Noctisardor Bypass schwarzemünze

kigipigak followed. mahler said nothing more. hunting within the taiga forest had been more difficult for him due to its density. this time he would follow the curves of the land that brightened in his memory. he moved openly toward the goat, passing beneath the cover of terrain where it dipped, and eventually the wind began to carry its scent, rank and tinged with something he could not identify.
the gargoyle fanned his steps out toward the left, moving in the age-old pincer technique he had long practiced. but here in the open flat plain of snow, it might be well-met to provoke a run.
he did not think he could sustain such a gallop at a distance; his heavy body was more suited for the breaking of bones, the cracking of jawlines. but he kept silent, breath rising as the quarry at last turned to look at the pair.