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mahler soon realized he had grown accustomed to his fellows roundabout, and thus was steadfast in his backswept ears' perusal of the landscape at his back. the snowcrunching tread of another pulled the musiker from the birds; he looked back along one ash-stippled shoulder at the stranger who made a light sound in his throat.
the birds followed one another from the gorge; mahler monitored their departure with one dark aud, before positioning them both in the other's direction. the hard lilac of his gaze remained implacable to their depths, but he turned on legs just touched with a wary stiffness, and held his plume just above his hocks; affable to the approach of the other wolf if he so wished.
from this distance, mahler could make out the charcoal and sable hues of the man's pelt, the pride in his stance, the feral young that melded itself with strong limbs. and putting aside the edict of their kind for a scant moment, the stippled brute too glanced into the sharp flaxen eyes set like gleaming stones in the dark mask. 
uttering a guttural warble in return, mahler paused to anticipate the response of the stranger.