Barrow Fields Dear hero imprisoned

we can do dice rolls or just work it out IC; not sure how rysk would respond, so feel free to PM me <3

for the life of him, mahler would never understand why wolves wished to prattle on about idle things. there was nothing of import on which to speak — in an exaggerated show of searching for such, mahler turned to glance toward the sea, then the land beyond, his hard lavender eyes skimming the stranger with a rigorous judgement before he turned back to face the other fully. 
at his shoulders, the wind lifted the musiker's dappled hackles as he regarded the other with an implacable stare. he had wanted to bring another creature for grimnismal, for wylla's whims, but the mockery of the other at his own silent tongue had sundered mahler with a deep yet unseen anger. "gustav," the brute answered in a voice wrung clear of any receptive moisture, and here suddenly he lunged at the male, snapping together heavy jaws with the clear intent to punish the newcomer for his transgression.
that he could have merely blamed it on the man's proximity to griminismal was rather out of mahler's head.