Wapun Meadow redemption has freed the burden from me

the debt repaid brought another title; indra, the girl with hard bronze eyes and a bare set of haunches. mahler did not smile, nor repeat her name back; the pithiness of their meeting was a pleasure to him. the set of her ruddy little jaw did not go unnoticed; in response, mahler's auds flattened momentarily. dance; the musiker found the music of the primal cadence and clung to it.
presently, he sauntered past her frigid stare and lowered his muzzle to the snow, breathing in the varigated scents there. but it was a mere twist of drama; now it was mahler's turn to gaze expectantly back toward indra, the hyacinth glint of his silent eyes the only tell of his curiosity about how she would react to him now.