Sawtooth Spire aufgeregt

backdated to the 24th, lmk if that works <3

for the first time in many years, mahler was experiencing the deep sense of fear that is almost exclusively particular to almost-fathers.
the general demeanour of pride and capability @Wylla wore day-to-day suggested that she would not need him to assist with the whelping, and he was unsure if this relieved or frightened him.
mahler crossed through the high, proud forest to where she had decided to den, a duck dangling from his jaws. it was the fattiest bird he had been able to find; she would need the extra sustenance for her travails.
he set it down, cast his gaze about for her, cleared his throat. "vylla?" the gargoyle called softly. "i have come to fuss over you." a chuckle. she would loathe the very notion.