Sawtooth Spire You took my hand and we pretended like I was your guy

her musculature seemed to unravel somewhat, and so mahler brushed his muzzle higher upon her flesh, moving toward the tightest connections along the back of one's neck. her breath was more than a sigh and less than shock, and he continued on in silence until wylla spoke again.
"to live here. to raise my children." it was the summation of his life now, a beautiful wild land inhabited by his new descendants. it was what any man could possibly want, and yet mahler knew he would forever be dissatisfied if she was not the companion for the remainder of his life.
it could yet be many years.
he wished them to be hers.