Little Goat Mountain gänseblümchen

a young man, and quite new. mahler's expression grew bemused. "ja. i know who lives here. four days north is epoch. three days north is tikal. and my own pack, paleo, is just below us in the hollow."
there was a pause before the gargoyle spoke again. "i am mahler. vhat is your name, traveller?"
paleo was tucked away and peaceful; that stillness was one of its richest offerings, if a youth was ready to settle.
and now, the amethyst eyes watched, ears waiting for the other to speak again. mahler thought now of wylla's recent season, and wondered if it would bring new life. it always had before, and so paleo would not be without its young. hunters and guardians were welcomed first among the traders.