Arrow Lake melusine

"@Takiyok?" his voice came softly - careful not to wake her should she presently be lost in slumber. morning had come and gone quietly, but a hooded gloom still lingered over arrow lake, and it seemed rather dark out for high noon. at his feet the hunter had placed a rabbit, a gesture that in itself seemed common, though it was abnormal for him to pause at this hour. he patrolled her densite, almost religiously, but typically he would not seek entry until nightfall - when all bodies had settled and he could rest comfortably beside the new mother and their brood.

he was immensely proud, and had made a great effort so far not to bring politics into his realm of fatherhood, but stigmata found that he could not truly enjoy his own burgeoning family with the threat of others looming on the horizon. and with mahler's particular biases, the only other wolf he could think to turn to was the mother of his children. he stood wearily at her denmouth, his spirit as dour as the skies, and he peered along the shadowlit walls, looking for a sign of her brilliant eyes.