Swiftcurrent Creek in ruhig fließender bewegung

She had not expected Wylla's departure to pain her as it had. Although their relationship had been a rocky one, Durnehviir had come to appreciate the coastal female having remained despite their disagreements. In recent weeks, with their children grown enough to support themselves for longer periods of time, they both seemed to have become significantly more useful in tending to the borders; enough that the russet Alphess had begun toying with the idea of asking Wylla to aid in rebuilding their ranks by standing at her side as Beta.

But it was not to be, and it was with a heavy heart that she wished Wylla and her young daughter well on their travels. She trailed slowly through the territory, eager to be alone with her solemn thoughts, before movement behind her caused the backward cant of a ginger lobe. She paused in her tracks to look over a slim shoulder and observe the gargoyle's approach, and waited for him to catch up. "Mahler," the dragoness greeted the dark guardian softly, entirely unprepared for the scowl that she rose her gaze to find etched on his features.