Arrow Lake I ponder of something great

if he had met kavik before, mahler did not recall. the mornings belonged to his own devices; these days, only blodreina needed to be visited, as the other children of diaspora had grown to move and follow the adults in their lives. as with the other two mothers, the former sea-wolf and her daughter would receive regular visits from mahler until she had rejoined the pack.
he had spent the early hours bathing, grooming his tangled pelt upon the bank until it gathered with a curling luxuriance upon his body. not a vain creature, mahler nevertheless took pleasure in his hygiene, and was quite refreshed when he emerged from the lake to seek a cache. thus fed, he would have gone off on patrol had it not been for the summoning howl of the swiftcurrent leader.
mahler approached with reliable alacrity, slowing only when the great dark wolf was in sight, and drawing close with an affable set to his bearing as his lilac eyes searched for the reason the other visited this day.