Otatso Wetlands das himmlische leben

alarian was succinct, polite in his offer; mahler turned his lilac stare onto the boy, to regard him with an expression that revealed he understood what was on offer. "i have someone to see about," the creature intoned, not without kindness. he would find her; if she did not wish his presence, then mahler would operate without ties to any other. perhaps then would the sanctuary become home to him.
he was not starved for want of succor, but the musiker knew he would not thrive where he could not find respect in himself for those around him. alarian had of course garnered that for his treatment of the loner's wounds. in silence he moved alongside the cherub, halting once to scent the air. 
ears cupped earnestly atop his skull; deer, and not at a great distance. the lilac gaze searched for that of his companion — perhaps the sanctuary wolf would take mahler's invitation of a hunt together.