Arrow Lake trommelschlag

he noted the tension that his question had brought, but it was too late to take it back. she mirrored his own thoughts upon stigmata, though he would have added a mention of the other's sheer ambition. though it was not a dire thing; it had founded diaspora, after all, and brought to them their members.
rolling his shoulders, mahler listened to takiyok's answer, hearing the undercurrent that lurked there. but her words were open; he gave a nod, keeping his eyes focused upon the snowy trail as well. he had not thought she would be content within the mountain pack with the unknown fate of her family still pressing upon her.
but neither did he wish her to go, and especially not alone if she would carry cubs this season. takiyok had become important to him, as had her well-being. there was no other way but to be direct; the gargoyle blinked once. "if you are vith child vhen you go, or if you are not, i vill accompany you. but only if you wish it." 
once more he reminded himself that takiyok belonged only to herself; she could accept or deny his offer. yet he wished to make it all the same, and somehow uncomfortable, lapsed into silence once more.