Duskfire Glacier bittersüß

mahler could ask no more; the northerner's offer far exceeded what he had been expecting, and he dipped his broad muzzle respectfully to her. "danke — er, thank you, takiyok." likewise, if the gargoyle came across anything in his patrols that might have been of interest to her, he would bring it.
hers was the first pack in some time that mahler had considered joining, but remembrances of grimnismal's fall, and swiftcurrent's disappointments, kept the man's impulses firmly checked. as of late, he did not consider himself a pack-beast, and felt still as if he would chafe beneath a ruler.
even her.
"no. that is all i vished," mahler rejoined crisply, knowing their meet would draw soon to a close. and yet, and yet he lingered, glanced into the orange and licking flame of her eyes before fixing them on some distant point. "but i vonder if i might call upon you again, frau, in the future." he was unsure of what it was he wanted to ask, but trusted his own articulation, and fell silent to await her response.