Noctisardor Bypass einweichen

it would be a lie to say that mahler had not, in fact, entertained some vague notion of wylla and ciri discovering a common ground. but the shadowpriest was not so naive as to mention this, or to even truly believe it possible. 
insofar as mahler knew, he himself was the only common ground that both beloved wolves might have.
the sly little look that lit wylla's features did much to restore his own good humour, and he set a slow traipse through the trees. 
"your vittiness never left you, i see," the man observed with his usual moistless rebuttal, watching the path before them curve and widen into a clearing of wide-set birch trees. a cardinal pair had once used this for a nesting ground; here and there he saw the brilliant scarlet feathers upon the ground.
ahead, rabbits lifted their heads as they saw the wolves, but for now did not bob away.
mahler turned back to wylla. "vill you tell me more about your mother?" his own was only a dim recollection, and he hoped she would not ask after his family. the man had been too long from home to remember, not bonded to either of them in the way a good son should be.