Sleepy Fox Hollow Hang up my heart, let it air out

takiyok was swiftly disappointed in mahler's bleak appraisal of diaspora's well-being, and he bit the inside of his cheek, unsure of what now to say. and the winterwhite's displeasure continued, though it was the mention of new children that brought the general's attention sharply to the fore.
"vith whom?" he inquired, a blurt of a sentence before he had been able to stop it. ears fell back against his heavy skull; mahler turned away at once and pretended to ponder the smoke rising above the taiga, a thud rising strangely in his throat. "forgive me, takiyok. do not answer that."
he had no right to feel this way, no right at all; he had refused to return takiyok's suggestion of committment, all but spurned her affection. and yet the idea of her arching the pride of her spine beneath the pleasure wrought in her by someone who was not him —
"i vould like to see new pups in diaspora as vell. it is a bad idea to bend beneath the rule of another, you are right." a silence; onward he pressed, glancing to see if takiyok would accompany him.