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mahler did not hide the smirking expression that flitted across his face at the other's consternation. for once, the judgemental beast did not mean it in such a way. he found that the pale man was well-suited to mahler's taste for company; he only assumed he was the same when the grizzled fighter's tones sounded again. a nod; the stippled wolf crossed what was left of the distance between them and made as if to fall into step alongside the zeta. where the other led, so would his subordinate follow.
the scent of the witch who had so horrified the musiker was tangled thickly through the pallid pelt of the other, but it gave mahler only a momentary pause. perhaps their thoughts in passing moments touched the same wavelength of 'taste,' but it was a notion quickly dispelled. he turned the hard lavender of his gaze to the warrior. "mahler," came his belated greeting.