Arrow Lake nowhere bound

to be blessed with another healer pleased mahler immensely, though in truest form of the shadowpriest, this was shown in naught but an easier step, a brightening of the eyes. as pups would be born at least to takiyok, the musiker found it imperative that diaspora prepare for birth, for the welcoming of children was a rite indeed.
it was the newest geist he sought today, and as he searched for the woman called fern, mahler was reminded of ruenna, for reasons unknown. somewhat distracted, he continued on until he had picked up fern's scent, and spotted her dark form near the lake. 
he gave a low chuff and joined her with an affable sway of his plume that signalled she need not display submission in his presence. while it was satisfying at times, mahler oft grew tired of the constant dance that came with hierarchy. and in this meeting, the two of them were equal, healers for the better of their packland. "hello, fern."