Sleepy Fox Hollow sehnsucht

" it is everything to me also," he burned, even as they fell into a quiet glowering at one another.
she was not going to listen. he would not explain himself again. plume switched at his hocks; pain lanced through him. 
what was the sum of it? that he had been correct, or that he had weaponized the dead man they had both loved to hurt the winterwhite in retribution for her own slurs against him.
wrong, yes, but in full flame of his ire, mahler justified all he had said.
he suppose he should have expected the outlash of takiyok's wrath, but he had never before been on its receiving end. thus at her snap, the general recoiled, hackles upthrust.
but he did not answer it; he stepped back another pace before seeking her blazing glare a long moment, then turned and strode away into an angered churning canter.
let her be wrong! let her hate him! he needed only himself to accomplish his aims.