Nova Peak gründung

mahler romped after her, enjoying the nimble curves of her body and the playful nature that had long been bereft in them both. petals underpaw; he laughed as wylla came for his plume again. this time, however, he saw her misstep and rushed to take advantage of it. 
through a smile mahler sought to clack his jawline along her own with a growl, teeth bared but no threat behind them. for a moment there was no sagtannet, only the musiker and his muse. he leapt beyond her with a dance of his broad paws, daring the woman to try a second time, banner flung high with a teasing wave.