Sleepy Fox Hollow my soul so cynical

The revelation of half her former flock (if not more) making their way to Courtfall still chewed away at her, and she spent several days contemplating what to do next. There was no way she could do anything about it. Win them back? Ha! They had left in the first place for a reason. Hurt them, kill them? As if.

Instead, she sought out her newest confidante, hoping the stoic and patient @Mahler could give her some insight. After all, another pack nearby would be in direct competition with them for food. In times of plenty, this would be a problem; as prey was so scarce, it was a crisis. Surely he would understand that.

Maegi moved with purpose along the well-trod trails of the hollow, looking for glimpses of the General or traces of his scent. She sent a quiet call in invitation for him but kept moving, unable to stop. If she stopped, her thoughts would overwhelm her, and if her thoughts overwhelmed her, she would do something foolish.

he had come back to himself, renewed, invigorated with the pride of a male in the full rut of an early season. thus far, it had been only wylla, but he would soon become aware of springtime's affect upon his pack.
his diaspora.
mahler flagged his plume above a heavy, slow stride, a deliberately weighted step designed to draw remark from those he sought to court. in his arrogance, the gargoyle considered takiyok's threat to carry another man's children, and lips curled with a smirk. where might she go to find a more powerful creature worthy of her own lineage?
and so it was replete with self-assurance and a silent masculine bluster that mahler came at the soft croon of the blackfeather princess. she was coursing with determination, and he assumed it was for he the young woman searched.
"vhat is it, maegi?" he rumbled, sharp gaze appraising her for any knowledge of what she wished.
they spoke, and in time he came to know the source of the bitterness sweeping through the young woman.