Sleepy Fox Hollow Like a dream I can reach but not quite hold.

a slight furrowing of his brow was the only sign of the utter turmoil reeling within mahler. had he not done her a disservice? why did she see things so differently?
one of them was incorrect, but he was too wearied to wish it was him. at her announcement, mahler's brow truly knit.
the wolves of diaspora had always slept communally, and he did not enjoy the change brought by the move. but perhaps he was mistaken; features smoothed.
"do you mean it for a vhelping den, nyx?" mahler inquired, for it was the only reason he saw that she might seek her own sleeping place.