Firefly Ravine baby did a bad, bad thing

no worries! <3

mahler, despite himself, was charmed by her. she was birdlike, childish, her eyes glinting with a hidden reserve of fervency that he had never before hoped in himself. a curve creased his muzzle once more, and he lifted it to gesture at a flock of birds, gathering for warmth in the tangled branches above the heads of he and the she-wolf.
"birds," the gargoyle murmured, sweeping his ears forward to hear the muted, sleepy twittering of the little beings. "vögel," he repeated in another tongue. he had hoped the woman would share some of her own speech with him, and glanced toward her to see if she would see the question in his lavender eyes.