thank you for starting! <3
mahler had forced himself in the sea each day after his communion with wylla. the brine had ceased to sting his nostrils and the cold lash, while still breathtaking in its icy touch, was something to which he was slowly growing accustomed. the musiker entertained no such ideas that he would ever be a coastal sort, as were grimnismal's leading pair, but he recognized his own arrogance in not speaking with the sea sooner.
now he trekked inland, ranging into the shared lands not far from the grotto. snow remained; mahler blinked in annoyance at the feathery touch of newfall against his dour face. but his attention was soon seized by a dark figure trudging through the white-blanketed field.
these days mahler had grown more protective of his borders; today he approached the stranger on stiff legs, dappled plume arching over his hips. and while he did not threaten the other with a show of teeth, the musiker's charcoal-limned hackles bristled high along his powerful shoulders while the hard lilac of his gaze traced the other's features.
we can do dice rolls or just work it out IC; not sure how rysk would respond, so feel free to PM me <3
for the life of him, mahler would never understand why wolves wished to prattle on about idle things. there was nothing of import on which to speak — in an exaggerated show of searching for such, mahler turned to glance toward the sea, then the land beyond, his hard lavender eyes skimming the stranger with a rigorous judgement before he turned back to face the other fully.
at his shoulders, the wind lifted the musiker's dappled hackles as he regarded the other with an implacable stare. he had wanted to bring another creature for grimnismal, for wylla's whims, but the mockery of the other at his own silent tongue had sundered mahler with a deep yet unseen anger. "gustav," the brute answered in a voice wrung clear of any receptive moisture, and here suddenly he lunged at the male, snapping together heavy jaws with the clear intent to punish the newcomer for his transgression.
that he could have merely blamed it on the man's proximity to griminismal was rather out of mahler's head.