Sleepy Fox Hollow Where I thought I knew it all before I knew what love was

ever careful, wylla seemed to weigh the choice before responding. she was quick to add about the rest, but mahler's spirit had already been lifted by hearing her agree to even a single evening.
"as long as you are vanting. i must admit, vylla, there is no large game. the earth has trembled a long time, and the herds left before vinter arrived."
the woman was a pragmatic sort; he could offer the protection of diaspora but scarce else in the way of sustenance. yet his recent alliance with courtfall would perhaps suit them all in the end.
gathering himself up, mahler turned toward the borders, taking a single step before glancing back along his sable flank.
and within him adrenaline circling his heart, all but forcing itself into his features. he held himself composed, however. 
wylla was home.
wylla was here.
silently he remained.