Noctisardor Bypass pünktlich

because he had not expected to house children in his den, mahler had not chosen a den with children in mind. there were precarious roots suspended near the base of his threshold — the ground was sandy and not conducive to small claws and climbing. the place itself was small, the slope downward steeper than he would have liked.
largely unused as of late; he had split his time between wylla's fern-woven shelter and the borders, sleeping as roughly as he had once done in sagtannet. but it was not stale, and he had brought two cracking and fragrant goat-skins inside.
it was not a place for the very young, but perhaps it might be a good site, when they had grown older.
mahler was not attached to it, and so left it for the last time until he showed it to the pups, head lifting now and again to search for praimfaya's proud figure with a frown.