Swiftcurrent Creek des knaben wunderhorn

his ears cupped forward at the sound of her swallowing; satisfied, mahler rocked back onto his charcoal haunches and regarded the woman with a tangible interest. "mahler," he rejoined in kind, quietly as he appraised the young face and figure of the one called chusi fearghal. it was not his place, nor his intrigue, to inquire after the paternity of the children. they belonged to the pack, insofar as the gargoyle was concerned.
however, the man's curiosity was whetted in other regards; presently, with his usual uncomfortable bluntness, mahler inquired, "what is it you did to be ranked so low?" the man assumed it had to do with the suckling pups; chusi was otherwise hale and lovely, a fine companion for any creature. his lilac stare shone with some inexplicable emotion as he awaited her response.