Sleepy Fox Hollow [m] i am sorry my love's too much for you

wylla had the ferocious beauty of a siren, mahler felt; cutting in its striking nature but quick to wrath of a beautifully cold degree. he had not felt that from some time, but the power of his mate in all things kept his heart captivated.
now she glowed in grace and the radiant light of her season. mahler followed, pausing to shake out his hackles and stretch, dancing after her into the soft touch of the air outside their den.
for a long moment he only looked with greatest adoration toward wylla, smiling almost shyly as he proceeded after her, tail waving.