Sawtooth Spire He's a man of few words, but he talks a lot within.

he attended the auraed she-wolf in stride, jerking muzzle away to amusedly eye her sidelong and continue his pursuit when nyx had moved onward.
compelled as much by her as the delectable fragrance she wreathed boldly in the air, mahler trotted after her with long strides, plume waving affably and gaze fixed upon nyx to the detriment of all else.
mahler was content to wait for however long it took the woman to truly wish him; in the present, he ducked forward, ears flattening as he sought to lick along her jawline.