Ankyra Sound das klagende lied

her tongue was far more acidic than he had come across in she-wolves during his travels; mahler's ears flicked forward with a renewed interest. grimly he let his eyes alight on her limbs, her chest, the swell of her flank, before he dropped his gaze deferentially. she was small, but finely formed, and the musiker sensed there was rather more strength in her body than her size evidenced.
"a home," mahler rejoined, no less concisive than before, but his voice had dropped an octave. for what reason, he did not know, save for in his mind he had discerned the tones that comprised her voice and responded, and he cursed inwardly at this odd thing he had cultivated in himself. it served so little purpose.