Wapun Meadow redemption has freed the burden from me

it was a hard pair of dark golden eyes that were lifted to regard mahler — he gazed back implacably, letting his gaze draw deliberately away to stare in pointed scorn at her plumeless rump. how did she survive in a world of raised flags and teeth? therefore mahler gave her no mind as bored strides trekked him nearer, until now he stood some feet away, glowering with some iced-over expression on his countenance?
mahler presently glanced around them, his gaze a roving study. surely the wolves of these lands named their places; surely this was one such place. the girl was leveled with another stare, one that disregarded the natural way of direct eye contact. "this place," the musiker murmured, in tones muted. perhaps she would take his meaning: a name.