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mahler was unused to one so close, let alone a hale man with visible strength who sought the musiker's own touch and deferred with a nudge beneath his jaw. unsure if he enjoyed such ministrations, mahler bore them affably all the same, returning the stranger's plume-wave with one of his own. vigilante. it was a fitting title for the proud stallion of a wolf before him, and mahler took in the pleasant details of the other man for another moment before nodding.
as he had done with kierkgaard, with lycaon, mahler moved to vigilante's flank, passing his tongue across dark lips and glancing toward the wolf he had made their leader hunter. the dappled beast had little interest in leading a chase, but would follow, his rangy stride and muscular build a well-formed vanguard. 
mahler allowed himself to experience the stirrings of a primal elation in his heart, perhaps from the haptic language of wolfkind that vigilante had spoken to him. presently, he wished to bring them together in contact again, but reined in such odd desires — he had foregone touch these many years, and it would not hurt him to do so again.