Sleepy Fox Hollow sehnsucht

much had been decided. 
there was but the most pressing to attend, and that was why mahler had chosen for so long not to do it. busying himself filling caches, marking the hollow with his powerful scent, leaving tufts of his fur upon the borders — the general had instead focused upon the physical, and that aspect was becoming consumed as they hurtled toward spring.
he was a man in his prime, one who had sequestered himself away during the last season. and while he had gained a greater measure of self-control, now it was tested with the knowledge that by now, the deer would have already bred, preparing to fawn in the warmer months. the land, despite its tribulations, despite its deep weals and shifts and fatalities — the land moved to new life.
and so would diaspora.
limed with a determination that might well falter in the face of @Takiyok's burning eyes, mahler sought her out for an audience all the same, standing tall and terrible and silent until she addressed him.