Little Goat Mountain bewusstsein

As Mahler revealed his plan, Wylla found herself growing cooler, more distant. He named one mother, then another, and finished with the claim that none in his pack would rear a litter that was not his. While all of this made sense and didn't really affect her, she couldn't help the breath of judgment that crawled up her throat: selfish, selfish, selfish!

Sure, she responded to his final statement. She disagreed; spreading oneself too thin was a good way to honour the terms of no alliance, and her suspicious mind went automatically to the what-ifs of such arrangements. What if the children he fathered on this Courtfall were taken from him and raised with no knowledge of him, as Caiaphas had once taken her pale brother? She could see only bad in it.

Her judgment was helped by how this all flew very much in the face of his confession, causing her to wonder, again, why he'd even said anything at all. She had no right to feel bothered by his plans, but she did all the same. Except, she mused, how can you possibly hope to be a good, attentive father to more than one litter? One is troublesome enough. You are a selfish man, Mahler!