Sleepy Fox Hollow worfeln

mahler smiled. "part of me hopes there is a reason to go, ja?" he joked softly. he supposed he was indeed ageing; he would have already left paleo many times and had not yet once.
into the ghostwood they went, sunlight shafting through in softglow. "you have become a very good protector, emmerich," mahler softly praised. "are you ready for the vintertime?" as ready as an early-born child could be. but mahler had faith in his son's ability to prevail through the bad weather.