Sleepy Fox Hollow beschwerde

she disagreed, but it did little to dissuade mahler's opinion. until of course she elaborated, and he began to see how the role of teacher, of narrative-maker, fit the young melonii far better than confidant.
he had seen her gait, her foot — mahler understood in a small way what maegi meant. the worth of a wolf was often physical. but that did not mean she was aimless.
he enjoyed their interludes, and she had come to offer him support during a time where he was in need, though the gargoyle would not admit it. perhaps pride, perhaps fear of being vulnerable; it mattered not. she and he were here now, and mahler warmed to their discourse.
"those who carry the story of the pack carry our memories," mahler murmured after a beat.
"and for vhat it is vorth, maegi, you give sound reason."