Hushed Willows vergnügen

he is down from the borders, close enough to be spotted in the distance, but not close enough to be trespassing <3

his muscles had grown harder since he had come to live in the mountains, and while felling game was harder here, he was not alone. this alone provided the gargoyle with a deeper confidence, and it was with an outrider's rangy stride that he traversed the stone paths.
mahler was headed for morningside, to finish what he had begun, but there was evidence of a vast pack too near for him to ignore, and he turned his steps toward it. protected by sloping walls and brimming with the fragrance of females entwined among the willowtrees, it perhaps might have been a tantalizing place for another male.
he, however, was less interested in the pack being a place of women and more at the scent of morningside wreathed here. quietly mahler stood, muzzle reached out to glean whatever news he could without overstepping the willow-pack's boundaries.