Ankyra Sound das klagende lied

i got carried away sorry <3

despite the fractious tones to her voice, mahler felt it fit quite well with her petite frame and brisk attitude. therefore, the wolfess moved up a notch in the margins of his mental note-taking, and the manner in which she took stock of him impressed the loner further.
mahler did not recall a time in which he had been so thoroughly judged, and thrummed at the newness of it. nevertheless, her inquiry was greeted with a blank stare. the idea of gifts for entry was incredibly foreign to mahler; he was not stupid enough to judge her brashly on her own borders, not when the force of wolves was at her back, but mahler found himself confused.
some moments had ticked by before the musiker lowered himself into a bow, hips aloft while broad chest touched the earth, forelegs extended to illustrate his reach and the sizable paws that gripped the cold earth at their ends. here too, his height was hers to judge; presently mahler flicked his gaze up from where his chin had come to hover a few inches from the earth, seeking whatever expression was on the woman's features for a taut pause. his rejoinder was impassive and brief: "myself."
mahler was proud, and obvious in it; he knew the worth of his honed body and heavy jaws, and waited for her to ignore the gift of his strength, or see in him what he did not falsely advertise.