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the sight of fire came to his eyes; mahler paused as durnehviir made motion of recognizing him. and while the aesthetic of her being was comforting in some small way, the musiker did not waste time in cutting to the heart of his disagreement: "chusi's punishment seems extreme, frau," came his frost-rimed rumble; he did not intend that his words be turned aside by some iteration of 'i know better than you.' a leader he was not, but justice was something the beast knew well. all the same, while his tone was firm, he saw no reason to threaten her with his size, or disrespect her rank. therefore he kept his stance docile, though the cut of his lavender eyes was inescapable.
"do you happen to know vy it vas that vylla departed?" came his next inquiry. he felt it was the fire-woman's duty to know, while maintaining even in himself that this was unfair. the silver she-wolf had been a thorny and withdrawn sort; it was not durnehviir's fault if she did not know. 
but mahler was frustrated; this showed plainly in the taut blinking of his gaze, the way the pelt along his shoulders bristled but did not rise. and while it was not truly with durnehviir, his ire, he could not let go the idea of her as a scapegoat.