Sawtooth Spire It's only been about a couple of days

wylla swiftly brought to the forefront of their conversation the already existent kapitän of diaspora: rare, reclusive, reticent takiyok. 
another breath, eyes drifting shut a steadying moment before he turned his lilac stare back upon the piercing sunshine stare of the pragmatic wylla.
he thought of how he might comment without seeming too harsh; a long moment passed before the gargoyle said simply, "takiyok has not been happy vith her lot for some time now."
since he had rejected her love, since her children had drifted into the wilderness, since stigmata had been killed.
"she has no reason to remain in diaspora and clamour for a rank and for a pack she does not know."
takiyok was proud, and the decision to merge with courtfall would be the final test of her pride. 
and it was not the stoic winterwhite northerner, for whom mahler still held conflicting, confusing feelings, that grew with his children now.
he did not know if that would be enough for wylla, but it must, in the time being, satisfy her even a little. he turned his gaze back out over the heights and was quiet.