Ankyra Sound And I'm not wearing trainers

no worries! <3

pretend as he might, mahler was not unaffected by the stirring of the new scent in the territory. it roused him from slumber, distracted him from his contemplations of the springtime music — he found it maddening, an irritance in its very insistence over him. instinct told the man he must not seek out its bearer, not unless he wished to come to blows over something he would not ordinarily desire.
the sea drew him with its soothing roar, and mahler strode out across the cold sands at a pace that brought him to the lapping waves in a short time. the brine filled his senses, perhaps for a moment dulling the fierce bloom of the want that had risen in his chest, and the stony lilac of his sweeping gaze settled on the small form of the grimnismal alpha, who had moved into the waters and was approaching the shore.
there was some element to her bearing that both enthralled him and made the musiker wary; it was as if she drew the storm that had begun to gather in the distance toward land. when wylla had presumably departed the sea and was within earshot, mahler called to her from his place some feet away, over the licking of the foam-headed waves.
"does the day find you well, vylla?" came his heedful tenor, in a longer sentence of words than he had spoken in months.