Arrow Lake trommelschlag

he wanted to touch her again — it was a growing sensation that rapidly expanded in mahler's chest and coursed through his limbs. he did not, of course; he was a creature of utmost restraint, even when it did not suit him. currently, the centurion was a strong and hale beast, but when she carried young, takiyok would be more vulnerable.
mahler had always assumed that stigmata would father the first litter in disapora, and that the pale woman alongside him would be their mother. it was fitting, he decided, though he could not help feeling rankled by the future weakness of the she-wolf. knowing he was being unfair, both to his kill-brother and to takiyok, knowing it was an affair that did not in the least concern him, mahler pulled his mind firmly from it.
"are you hungry?" came his rolling tones. they were approaching a cache, but if fresh blood appealed to both of them, no reason not to hunt. in his eyes he returned her smile; she was evermore pleasant company.