Swiftcurrent Creek ruhig

she stepped forward on small paws to take the fragrances interlaced into his own, but mahler did not move to do the same. he did not wish to return to disapora with his face gouged, and she-wolves were notorious for quick flashes of the tooth. the woman's voice lifted again, demanding of him.
but mahler did not appreciate her tone there. for a long moment he merely gazed at her silently, his eyes upon her own in warning. she was of swiftcurrent, but he was far from their borders. she need not ask anything of him.
"the vay of men is simple: a female in season draws us, ve come, ve take her if she vill have us." cold humour shone in his gaze as he drew it away to gaze upon the creek beyond her shoulder. "perhaps that is vhat he is doing."