Ankyra Sound maitanz im grünen

mahler, despite his maturity, was still somehow naively unaware that pack-life consisted of several thousand interactions with one's fellows. he found this a flaw in an otherwise smoothly running series of processes, in wolfkind as a whole, truly, and his annoyance was stark when he turned his dark visage toward the sylph suddenly at his heel.
she was gold-burnished atop her rich chestnut hues; she irritated him with her open beauty and bold approach, but the scrooge was resigned to this meet, and swept back his ears in pale imitation of what he thought to be subservience. before he could greet her in his monosyllabic way, the presence of another caught the musiker's eye; a male youth, inky save for the shimmer of moonlight along his hackles, long-legged and open-mouthed.
deciding there was music here after all, due to the odd pleasantry of their faces, mahler lay down the tooth upon the sand so that they could both see it. presently, the man glanced toward the sea, then trailed his cool gaze between the expressions of the — presumably — younger wolves.