Wapun Meadow redemption has freed the burden from me

LOL <3

mahler had spent so little time in the company of his own kind that he found himself reflective of the girl's sudden tensing, turning his eyes upon her with his own sort of wary curiosity. what had happened to make her so very flighty? to a creature more seasoned in what he should know, the dance of wolfkind, the reactions of the little chestnut might have been properly read.
as it was, the dappled musiker found himself quite at a loss beneath her hard stare and tilted ears. a proud creature, mahler did not want to set himself to deciphering her response to him; his lilac expression dropped all the same, showing plainly a glimpse of the consternation that had flared like some insidious disease.