Arrow Lake I ponder of something great

mahler might have accepted, had he been the sole leader of diaspora. there was little reason to deny kavik's offer; it was well-thought and intelligent, taking into account the needs and strengths of both packs. for a long moment he was silent, but it was not in further contemplation of the dark man's offer. 
it was consideration of how to suggest these things to stigmata. the ironstar was resistant to many things, and foremost among them was change to his vision of how diaspora must be led, must rule the mountain range.
in time, however, mahler lifted his chin, nodded at kavik. "i vill bring your offer to my brother," he murmured, a light of goodwill sparking briefly in the hard lilac of his gaze.