Arrow Lake trommelschlag

long plagued by the death of those he had once loved, mahler very rarely let them come to his tongue. let alone their names. he was not a supersitious man, but to speak of the dead was not something he liked to do. takiyok's gaze came to his again; she spoke of childbirth and things most often left to she-wolves.
it was the proper way, mahler supposed, and he felt the ache that must be in the pale wolf's heart. if allowed, the kapitän reached to brush her shoulder gently, a gesture that lingered a moment longer than necessary to reassure. "i am sorry you have lost those who are close to you."
the man lifted his head, gazing down the path with some focus once more. "i cannot be your sister. but i helped my vife to deliver our children, and i vould be honored to help if you vish my aid." it was somehow difficult to offer, in the face of her pain, but mahler wished takiyok to know that she was not alone in any capacity, even if her soul hurt for her loss.