Sawtooth Spire You were taught to kill, so you kill like a machine.

last from me <3

he held elke as she curled against him; he breathed in and swept her closer, tighter. their sweet breath and tiny limbs sent a pang of sorrow through him, and at length mahler rose, stepping away from them as he cast a last pained glance to nyx. "i am sorry. i vill be back." 
he would not let the golden lioness see his tears, nor their cubs; mahler shouldered his way into the open light and was gone to be with the grief only he allowed himself to carry.