Sawtooth Spire wolkenbruch

he had not been alone with nyx for some time, but when the scent of the wolfess drifted into mahler's awareness, he drew up at once, turned his heavy muzzle toward her.
for a long moment, mahler only lay his lavender gaze upon the woman. she had been reticent, moreso now that wylla had gotten with child. it was the way that ketzia had begun her transition away from him, and he was loathe to repeat it.
"nyx," he called to her in a low voice, approaching carefully. "it has been some time."