Otatso Wetlands das himmlische leben

Alarian felt almost suffocated in the silence that followed, but he waited. The motion of his tail had slowed, but slowly his ears rose from where they had been pinned to his skull. He suffered no immediate wrath, and was grateful for it. The Governor had never been able to think clearly in the presence of a gorgeous male. It had gotten him into too many sticky situations.
When the dark-furred male finally spoke, relief shot through him. Mahler, He repeated softly, letting out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. His gaze drifted over the leg he had treated, and he flushed, remembering the proximity that had required. How had he survived that? Surely he wouldn't be able to again. I'm glad to hear it.
This is far from where we last met— you smelled of pack, then. Alarian did not try to hide the curious gaze he cast over Mahler, now. Something dawned on him— the male Lily had brought had smelled faintly of pack, too; oddly familiar, he had thought. The pieces clicked in the next moment.
You were driven out by the bear, It wasn't a question. He paused, gaze drifting the direction of the coast. One of your former packmates is staying with my pack, now. He was found by one of my own. He glanced back to Mahler. Were there other survivors?