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

the question cut through several layers of brick he had built, and he was left bare by wylla's direct brazenness. "she loved me," mahler revealed with a weary sigh. "i did not love her back. not in that vay. she is my deepest companion and i have true affection for her, but i am not able to be vhat she vishes."
anguish now; it roiled within mahler, stung him. if he could not love takiyok, how could he promise to love wylla? there was little to compare, and perhaps it was for his long-lasting feeling toward the little she-wolf that he could not pledge his heart to the fierce co-leader of diaspora.
sorrow, dying down into embers. his tongue had been cut off; mutely he glanced to wylla in a paroxysm of grief.