Arrow Lake mondlicht

mahler knew himself to be a creature of habit and censure, and so it was with a heaviness that he approached the place where ketzia had made her whelping den. had he known that the swelling of her flanks was caused by the general, he would have made himself perhaps more available. he himself bore no ill will toward the woman, though takiyok's ire was palpable and wreathed through the land like a heavy incense.
he had been gone too long, scouting down as far as the foothills, with a singular goal that did not encompass hunting nor the pursuit of new territory. sheepishly, the midwife bore his worn fur with its fresh offerings to the new mother's doorstep, pausing outside to lower it upon the earth and murmur "@Ketzia?" into the cool air of dusk.