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in a flurry, wylla had been thrust down into the drifts and mahler pillared her swiftly between his four limbs. had she been an enemy, his smiting would have come next and terrible.
but he only stood stoic, attempting to regain his breath. an inscrutable expression entered his lilac eyes as wylla kicked and then fell to roughly primping his foreleg.
a soft chuckle, rising to glow in his throat; he did not wish to startle her again, nor use his position of power against the she-wolf. but so great his desire to return wylla's gesture; mahler dipped his large skull, stoneflower gaze meeting the sunflower of her own for a long and seeking moment.
in the next, the gargoyle brushed the fur of her cheek hesitantly with his lips before backing away, allowing the woman to rise from her place in the snow.