Wapun Meadow redemption has freed the burden from me

a well-wielded apology was a wise tool; mahler was allowed now to see how his words paused the girl and granted him a title. the girl too, turned slowly, her eyes stony with cold. he supposed he deserved that, as any creature would deserve to be chastised for their rudeness, and gave a low grunt of placation in his throat.
wapun meadow. mahler put aside the name for later use and swept his broad stippled ears forward. he wanted to keep her here; the grace with which the child moved, despite her lack of a tail, was endearing to the man who above all else treasured the quiet secrets of natural music. "mahler," came his offer; a name for a name.